Saturday 28th

I'm home alone, as always.

I have a short story:
Ada seorang ni yang kuat garu kepala, macam natural habit lah. Bila kepala rasa gatal sikit je, garu-garu. Sedap dan lega bila hilang rasa gatalnya. Tapi tahukah dia kulit kepalanya luka dan terguris?

What's the moral of the story?
Kadang-kadang, kita tak perasan apa yang kita buat, apa yang kita rasa senang, yang kita rasa seronok, yang kita rasa no big deal, semua tu, menyakitkan perasaan orang lain. There are 6 billion people in this world. None are exactly like you. None thinks exactly like you, or would act and respond exactly like you. Yang penting, kalau kita tak boleh nak faham asal orang tu macam tu macam ni, janganlah judge berdasarkan zahirnya. We come from different backgrounds thus different life experiences. Different mind settings, different beliefs, different ways of handling whatsoever. Zahirnya kita sama, batinnya kita semua lain.

Kalau ada yang tanya "Habis kalau tak garu, nak buat apa? Gatal kot!", anda ialah seorang yang tidak memahami metaphor!
Saranan saya, usaplah spot gatal itu dengan lembut supaya kelimumur tidak muncul dan kulit kepala sihat. Setiap apa yang ada didunia ni, walaupun takde perasaan seperti kulit kepala ataupun thermos air, kalau kita buat baik padanya, nescaya ia akan berbuat baik kepada kita.
Ingat, nanti dah mati siapa yang akan bercakap bagi pihak kita? Anggota badan yang kita label "tak berperasaan".

Pesanan khidmat masyarakat daripada nadarahman.blogspot.com.
Bukan blog kategori dakwah, tapi kategori "campur-campur pon bole".
p/s: saya selalu garu kepala juga.

Currently drinking this. Energy drink terpower, konfirm mata terbeliak. Do not exceed one bottle a day.

Salam Perantauan Aidil Adha

I am in the library, doing my seven page essay in which, i dare say is a total standard 3 “saya sebuah komputer” essay. It is worth 40% of coursework, so please give me some motivations, will ya?

To tell you the truth, it’s really hard studying here. Tak amik engineering or medic pon boleh pecah kapla saya. It’s different because there are a lot of people waiting to see your result; the sponsor, the family, the friends, and the society. If you don’t fullfill the requirements...
The sponsor will have to cut my scholarship.
The family will be disappointed and humiliated.
The friends, some understands, some might look down.
The society will mock, because they are the taxpayers and we misused their money.

Disini saya ingin mengambil kesempatan untuk meminta maaf dan doakan kejayaan saya dalam peperiksaan akhir. Saya tau “sorry” saja tak mencukupi, but this is the only thing I can do.

Kepada keluarga di Kuala Lumpur,
Nada minta maaf tak dapat raya dengan korang semua selama 4 tahun berturut-turut. Mungkin sempat berpuasa sama-sama je. Kepada mama abah, Nada minta maaf Nada tak selalu score hebat-hebat, selalu score cukup syarat, maka tiada incentive untuk terus naik. Kepada Iman, Kakak minta maaf sebab selalu buli awak and pernah panggil awak orang utan. Biasalah zaman senior-junior, mesti ada nak bertalam muka. Belajar rajin-rajin nanti boleh belajar jauh ganti tempat Kakak. Kepada Hanis, orang selalu cakap awak macam Kakak, tapi awak mungkin lebih pandai kot, InsyaAllah. Tapi janganlah overshadow Kakak. Kepada Alif, awak janganlah cakap awak tu seorang yang bosan kerana setiap ayat yang diungkap itu seolah-olah doa. Baru umur 22 janganlah conclude yang awak tak pernah achieve apa-apa sebab kejayaan itu tak datang bergolek mahupun berterbangan. Berkat doa mama abah and Nada, InsyaAllah awak leeeeeebih maju. Tak payah compare dengan orang lain, compare dengan diri awak yang dulu-dulu time awak selalu cubit Nada merah-merah sampai nangis. Kepada Bibik, kita selalu marah bibik pakai Bahasa Inggeris supaya kurang dosa (Kurang ke?). Tapi Bibiklah orang kedua terpandai masak selepas mama. Kalau Bibik takde, siapa nak kemaskan bilik kita? Terima kasih Bibik sebab selalu buatkan kita Vico walaupun kita mintak fresh oren dalam cawan tinggi. Tidak lupa kepada Tokyah sebab selalu cakap Tokyah macam Ninja Turtle. Semoga panjang umur.

Kepada kawan-kawan,
No words can describe betapa kerinduan ini membuak-buak bagai cawan dipenuhi root beer. Teringat time gado dengan kakak cashier kat KFC cawangan Pudu, ingat tak kakak tu kasi air root beer melimpah-limpah sebab marah? Semoga I akan berjumpa lagi dengan beliau dan lihatlah apa yang akanku buat kepadanya.
Balik lepak NZ jom main kad. Siapa kalah, bayar. Siapa menang, pon bayar.

It’s 26th November, 6:08pm, I am Nada, wishing everybody Selamat Hari Raya Aidil Adha.

Saya bukan J.Lo

"Nanti kita pergi pet shop ye?"
"Bila?"
"Dalam mimpi je.."


I've always loved pet shops. I like to see the iguanas climb, spiders crawl, birds chirp, cats purr and etc. I dislike the smell, but I adapt quickly. I used to purchase atleast one fish every time I visit a pet shop to add into my fish collection. Now all gone oredi. All die oredi. Teringat I beli one special gold fish named Gerard, dekat Subang, then oso die oredi. Because F(bukan nama sebenar) mencabut wayar oxygen dia sebab nak pasang charger laptop! Nate beghuk sunggoh mung. Sampai harini aku berdendam. Gerard was special. Bought it with A. A would sat outside the shop because he hated the smell and he thinks iguanas are disgusting creatures.

Well, I still like pet shops. But .. I don't love it anymore.


Why am I blogging about Gerard the fish? I oso don't know lah kawan-kawan. I'm very busy. Final exams start December 2nd sampai December 16th. But I don't have the push to get my hands on the stacking assignments. Hati penuh benci, apakan daya. Belum lagi pernah ada perasaan macam ni. Sometimes I wish I was feelingless. Then I can use people like Kleenex, use once, and then throw. But I'm not like that. I am Nada.

Double Two to Joe Alif

My brother turned 22 today.
It felt like it was just yesterday we climbed the backdoor tree back in Michigan.
Ehyuu tua siot.
Happy Birthday. Love ya Chuck Bass wannabe

versi macho
versi pondan

versi zomg

Amy turns 21

Iron Horse restaurant.

Happy Birthday Amy (in white). You're legal 21 now, let's go to Vegas. Oh ya, I'm only 19.

I'll see you later at your majlis ulang hari lahir. Cute :)

I'm ok people. Chill suda.

22nd November sharp 4.30am

The best day. The wonderful people. Why did it turn out this way? Best turned to most painful.

Repeat after me, practice Haku Na Matata.

No worries.

No worries.

No worries.

No.

Enough.

Once you turn black, there's no turning back.

All the ambulance,
the paramedics.
the fire fighters.
the fire truck.
The provoking red and white lights.
The rush.
The havoc in this small apartment unit.

The scream and trembling.

The fear.

The guilt.

To make it worse, this deepshit feeling, please get the eff out of my brain!

Ya Allah, bring me back to my senses. Amin.


Apart from all the havoc, for the first time, I felt seperated, used, and betrayed.

Lalalala

Laptop rosak pulak. Kang esok beli iMac siap sound system Altec Lansing 8000Hz.
Apa kan daya ... saya kais pagi makan pagi .. susah lah kerja tangkap ikan ni.

It's 9pm now and I'm at the campus library since 2pm and my eyes are like jellos now. Terbegik begik. I didn't use the time efficiently since Facebook ni sangat tempting.

Tonight at sharp 12 is Amy's birthday.
Iron Horse off we go tonight.
Esok is Ahad equals partayy.
Pesanan untuk diri sendiri:
Leave everything at the back. As Timon and Pumba said, "Haku na matata! It means no worries," as I am now.

Let everything fly on its own.