Sunday, October 26, 2025

life update

 ...lah sangat.

macam biasa blog ni dah berubah daripada full english menjadi rojak sebab aku pun tak sedaq start bila yang aku dah tak boleh nak compose a full paragraph of proper english even bahasa melayu pun sebenarnya but that's not a life update, kan?

baru nak start pun dah lari focus. macam hidup aku sekarang jugak. tidak berfocus. mungkin sebab tu single kot. atau sebab masih single sebab tu tak berfokus? mungkin.

tapi ini bukan entry untuk menumpang kasih menagih simpati sebab pendirian aku masih belum berubah. aku masih tak terasa ada perlunya untuk kawen buat masa ni. kenapa mention? sebab umoq aku sekarang orang dah tanya kenapa tak kawen lagi. benda yang aku ingat aku cuma baca kat social media dah jadi dalam dunia nyata. makcik2 pakcik2 aku dok tanya dah. annoying tapi hadap ja lah.

ok now that it is established aku masih single tapi tak terasa nak kawen, kita bolehlah ke topik seterusnya iaitu kerja. soon aku akan tukaq department. bye2 ed life yang hectic dan penat dan menyakitkan hati sebab ada colleague perangai hampeh tak semenggah bising2 bila kita passover kat dia tapi bila kita yang terima passover kita kena redho. tak syiok. dah la patient ramai. benda2 kecik camtu buat jadi hilang mood. tapi aku target still akan buat locum la kat green sebab takmau la hilang clinical kan.

hopefully life at psy is better. hopefully bila buat benda yang kita suka, kerja akan jadi kurang miserable. masalahnya betul ka aku suka? bukan sebab romanticize zaman ho? housemanship yang semua department ptsd kecuali psy? entah. nak sambung stadi jadi pakar? entah. mungkin? teringin jugak. entah?

done pasal kawen, done pasal kerja. next is iman? aku rasa iman aku tengah dalam fasa menurun. aku rasa macam jauh sikit dari tuhan setahun dua ni. rasanya sebab maksiat banyak sangat lah kot. apa ja lagi yang jadi punca jauh dari tuhan kan? takkan salah orang lain pulak. mestilah salah aku sendiri. aku tengah cuba nak manage aku punya struggle tapi pada masa sama aku baru tau yang ada ja kawan2 aku yang struggle benda yang sama. jadi bila sembang pasal struggle masing2 buat aku jadi complacent sikit tapi kadang2 confuse adakah aku senang enable diri sendiri sebab ada orang lain pun struggle so maybe i'm not that bad? faham tak? 

everything else is good and fine as it is. alhamdulillah masih sihat tubuh badan, takdak apa2 yang signifikan. muka ja makin tua dan maybe perut makin gemok tapi last blood workup haritu masih normal dan kolesterol masih ok. ramai colleague yang dok serabut sebab kolesterol tinggi. haha

pastu claim transfer pun katanya dah lulus so hopefully setel la dilema aku nak plan kewangan sendiri lepas ni. boleh dah kembali ke rutin asal. takdak lagi dah nak fikir serabut duit terhabis kat perkara tak sepatutnya.

sebelum habis, nak balik ke topik kawen. sehuduh2 aku dan sehampeh2 aku, ada dua orang yang cuba2 nak ajak kawen ye. sorang tu cakap explicitly sorang lagi mak pak yang approach. dua2 aku rijek sebab aku memang tak pikiaq pun benda tu.

jadi kepada kawan2 aku yang single, yang lagi segak dan hebat serta baik dari aku, hangpa toksah risau la. ada la tu yang nak kat hangpa. alangkan aku pun ada yang nak. kahkahkah

oklah sekian update tak penting. saja la nak habaq kata hidup lagi. 

Wednesday, July 19, 2023

New Year, New Me, Not Really

 Oh hello. seems like it's gonna rain red. i updated my blog.


a relic of the past. a forgotten memory. not really, just lazy.


and i can't even form a proper sentence now. i didn't write for so long. maybe i should start again. or maybe i don't.


this blog was supposed to be in full proper english. seems like i may break that rule for a while. need some time to adjust, right?


pardon me for any broken english or mixed language used here and there. 

Wednesday, December 1, 2021

Just let me let you down

 Entry ini ditujukan kepada anon curiouscat haritu.


to be honest, i'm really happy, and touched, and at the same time, i feel like as you said, weirded. lol


dear anon. one thing you need to know about me (or maybe you already did) is that i have low self esteem, like very low. also full of insecurities. so it's only natural when i received a post like that, all i can think of is someone is messing with me or trying to make fun of me.


like, who am i kidding? me? a reason for someone to be better? just how someone could like me when i don't like myself? pfftt. haa gitu lah lebih kurang. lol


but of course, part of me really happy, knowing that someone (could possibly) felt that way about me. you know, that feeling i don't feel myself. i do feel like a loser some (most of the) times.


so yeah thank you for making me smile that night. dah la jarang2 dapat soalan kat curiouscat. bila dapat sekali puji2 la pulak. blushing jap.


i don't know what else to write. maybe another thank you. i wish you well. i also wish one day i will write more. lol 


btw the entry title is a lyric from idle worship by paramore. please go listen to that song. i like that song. it kinda tells how i feel whenever someone says anything nice about me. you know, that fear of letting people down when they look up to you one time, then no more. because i know i'm that loser of some sort.


lol bye

Friday, October 22, 2021

Boosted

 Took the booster dose today.


Woke up at midnight. Can't go back to sleep. Boosted. So here i am.


Things are nice. Not that much but nice, still.


Life is quite good. Apparently, it's up to me to decide to myself whether life is nice or not.


Still, i am the same shit of myself. Some things never change. My self esteem is one of them.


lol


sad, but lol.

Monday, July 5, 2021

Mencemar duli

Blog ini dulu full english ye sekarang dah rojak balik sebab aku dah lama tak menulis dan dah tak reti nak buat entry dengan proper writing.

Maka kita rojakkan sekejap dan tulis seadanya sekadar mampu. Tak apa. Blog cikai tak siapa kisah kenapa nak serabut kepala?

Mari buat ala2 twitter walaupun kat twitter sudah merapu kat blog pun masih merapu takpa lah.

Ceritanya aku dah bosan sangat la ni sampai buka balik blog. Tapi sesedap oren mungkin aku tak buka la kot. Mungkin aku akan import entry2 yang aku rasa penting kat sini. Who knows.

Ye dulu aku merepek2 kat sesedap oren. Blog nocturnal rant ni tempat mencurahkan inspirasi gitu. Tapi sebab dah sibuk kerja aku rasa lama gila aku tak buka blog. Sebab takdak inspirasi lah kononnya.

Last entry 2019. Sekarang 2021. What? baru dua tahun lama mende?

Adakah tidak terasa dua tahun tu? Terasa weh. Lama gila. Serabut kepala otak menempuhnya. Bila tengok2 balik memang la tak terasa. Masa tengah melalui tu hanya tuhan yang tahu.

Mungkin sambil2 kita menuwit kita boleh tulis panjang2 kat sini. Aku dulu ada cita2 nak jadi penulis buku tapi apakan daya penulisan tidak berkualiti. Aku siap pernah argue dengan orang yang dah release berbelas berpuluh buku "boleh tak kalau kita nak tulis buku tapi guna laras bahasa yang mungkin tidak standard" dan of course lah jawapannya tidak.

Kenapa tiba2 sebut pasal nak tulis buku? Sebab nak bagitahu yang betapa aku ni sebenarnya suka menulis tapi macam aku cakap tadi la bakat tak ada.

Maka kita pun tak jadi penulis. Kita tulis kat blog jew.

Seronok tulis kat blog. Biarpun takda siapa yang baca tapi kadang2 ada jugak la sorang dua kawan yang komen atau share. Rasa terharu gitu.

Bosan mungkin menjadi punca untuk orang buat sesuatu. Atau jadi distraction dari perkara yang lebih penting. Contohnya aku patut stadi dan improve knowledge sebab dah jadi MO pun masih tak reti apa HO aku dulu lagi pandai dari aku rasanya.

lol

I will write again. There are absolutely so many things i left unsaid.

But as for now, bye.


Tuesday, October 29, 2019

Begin again

perhaps
should i
start writing shit
again

:)

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Not Forgotten Never

I always remember that I have this blog that is supposed to be updated with stuffs whenever I can't sleep at night.

I just didn't do nothing whenever I can't sleep.

Probably because I am too tired, or lazy.

Or busy.

Busy missing someone or something I cannot have.

I always have this kind of daydreaming of writing books of my own, but I never make the first move.

I can only imagine writing good stuffs to be made into books which in reality translated as,

"no you're writing shit and your writing is shit, too".

But it's good to have it in my mind. It can really help me kill time.

And myself, ironically.

Time is wasted not when it is gone while we're doing things we love, no?

I need to reevaluate love, I suppose.

I just seem to love, the wrong things. According to whom? I don't really know...

Monday, December 7, 2015

I'm Still Breathing, I'm Alive

Last updated September. WHAT??!!

Hahaha it's been a while, people.

It's winter now, night has been longer. As if God is giving extra sleeping hours to people here. Because he is going to take some during summer. Lol.

If there are stuff I have to talk about but I can't do it in the social media due to the need of you know, taking care of some hearts so as not to break them, maybe I should bring it here.

This blog retains the full English usage until now, which is a huge limiting factor for me to rant about things. It's quite good, to refrain me from going too far, I think.

Let's talk about being alive.

Since we all are. You haven't died yet, have you?

Being alive is beautiful to some, and dreadful to some others.

Since living itself needs to be maintained, some people just prefer death instead. This is very irrelevant even in this blog anyway.

Living requires us to be strong and that's fucking tiring.

Some of us wanna settle down, be as soft as jelly, or spread like water, drying away.

For the strong people, who persisted against shits and stuffs, they won't understand. They never will.

As if being weak is wrong. In fact, it is actually wrong. God made us all equally strong. Why would we wanna be weak?

It's not about giving up on life as it is. Like I said, it's tiring.

Since everything is made of shit nowadays, we might want to wash our hands and walk away from these shits.

But we can't. There's the problem.

In the world of expectations, too good for you, can't catch up, left behind, be alone, depressed and held back, feel incapable, hundreds of people way ahead above you, being stepped upon by those bastards up there, yada yada yada.

This is a loser's mentality, not coping with stress and finding a way to strive.

But believe me, this loser is there inside all of us. There is a tiny little spot in our hearts where we wish a peaceful life with nothing to worry about.

But our bodies are trapped in a prison made by us. A world where even humans go against each other. Heck, a person has to go against himself for fuck's sake.

As if we have no place here. You feel me?

I'm sure you do.

You took it out.
But I'm still breathing.
I'm still breathing.
I'm still breathing.
I'm still breathing.

I'm alive.

That's all we need.

I guess it is.

Please notice the Sia reference above.

:)

Monday, September 28, 2015

Bipolar

Sometimes I identify myself as a bipolar person.

I am fine and I am not fine at the same time.

No I am not diagnosed with anything in particular.

But sometimes, reading stuffs on the internet makes me feel like I am a sick person.

Too many mental diseases I am suffering from.

I'm sane. The above is metaphorical. Or is it?

I can't be sure of what I want. Who I am.

I only know who I was.

I miss him but I can't do anything about it.

Losing so many things changed me quite.

Sometimes I would like to think I am a different person, even in a bad way.

But I am the same shit I was years and years ago.

Only the good things about me are losing bit by bit.

The bad stuffs remains. Increasing, even.

Why?

I think I know why.

But I'm to scared to admit it.

Yet I feel the burden is gonna be lifted one day.

Maybe when I die, I can stop worrying.

So I will try to live as for now.

For I don't know when is the time I'll be free.

Will I be safe? Will I be saved? Will I ever be?

Friday, September 4, 2015

Maybe It's Time To Try The History Textbook Trick

Can't sleep. Help, please.

Remember when we were in form five at middle school, oh form five? Malaysian detected. Might as well start using Malaysian English here every now and then.

Please, no.

But there was this one particular spell book, the ultimate book of sleep charm.

History textbook.

Reading that damn book one page and you (or more precisely, I) will start feeling drowsy.

Since summer, I slept after fajr prayer and now as fajr starts to be quite late and will be later, later I want to sleep at night again.

And it's not as easy as it sounds. I just can't.

Good for you, huh Nocturnal Rant blog? Good for you.

I think starting tomorrow I have to read some part of the ophthalmology book before sleep, to make the drowsy effect takes place so I can sleep early.

Good god, close my eyes and make me sleep.

Exam is next week. I have done quite some preparations. Apparently, quitting Dota isn't one. God save me, please.

Please.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Silence In The Dark

Let him be,
knowing or not knowing,
please stay in the dark.

I'll keep him in the dark,
if I can,
but I won't be able to
forever.

Please keep him in the dark,
silence and not moving,
even when he knows where the light is,
my shadows,
and where my shadows fall.

Stay in the dark,
for you won't like me,
my true face is ugly,
but you can't see,
if you're in the dark.
and you can't tell,
if you're in the dark,
and you can't tell them,
if you're in the dark.

Stay,
forever,
in silence,
in the dark.

Please stay, for me.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Let's Rant A Bit

Describing the shit I write.

Yeah so now let's write some more shit, with a lots of I's, and it, talking about shit.

I've been so busy lately, with shits I shouldn't be busy with, but instead of finishing my tasks, I postponed, procrastinated, later later I will do it and now yeah I'm in shit.

Shit, I wrote that word six times already. Wait until the seventh shit comes, I think you already know oh wait...

This is already the eighth shit. Goodness gracious.

I don't know how to describe this anymore. Maybe that's the bestest way to say it. Written in the stars.

I am human. I love excuses. I hate consequences. What else?

But knowing that some people avoided karma, just because that bitch being selective, sometimes I feel bad for calling myself unfortunate.

Am I... unfortunate?

Good god please let me stay sane.

Or actually I can just move my ass and take this shit to wherever deserves it.

The most polite shit pic I can quickly get from google.

I will try my best dealing with this shit.

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Can't Kill The Feel

So where have all the feelings gone?
Did they just vanish?

It would be easier to say,
when things were definite,
black or white,
explained by words.

Now everything's grey,
obscured by doubt,
hesitation and uncertainty,
silence keeps the secrets locked away,
in the heart,
deep inside.

Will you hear my silence screams,
if our hearts are one.
if it's true,
that our hearts are one.

Will you ever know
my silence screams your name,
every night?

Void.

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Where All The Sleepless Nights Go?

Nowhere!

They are always here. Haha it's been a while, people.

It's like two months since I ranted anything here. Apparently, having a Twitter account makes ranting less hassle. I can just pop anything there and there are less judgment.

Follow me LOL.

Although moral polices are always lurking around.

But yeah, writing stuff here has always been a pleasure.

It really brings me back to the past where I can write things, meaningful things without trying too hard because I am somewhat good at it.

Now thing's changed. I changed.

We all changed.

And that's not necessarily a bad thing. We move on. We grow.

All these sleepless nights went unwritten. It felt quite bad. But I suppose everything comes and goes, yes?

But I'm still here, nonetheless.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Happy - Happiness... Busy - Business?

I am busy doing... nothing.

Almost got buried by nothingness.

I can't breathe suffocated by nothing.

It feels more real the everything.

Trust me,

Nothing is real.

Procrastinating things by doing nothing is very disappointing.

The feeling is too much infuriating.

You know what hurts more?

You are busy wasting time while your self is dying.

Literally nothing.

No no not you. Actually it's me.

It's been a while, eh?

Sunday, May 3, 2015

The Broken Silence

Sometimes, the silence is broken,
and then we hear the loud,
sound of the crowd.

Words pour like waterfall,
and we hear them all.

The times we embraced the silence,
nothing comes in between.

The silence accompanies,
the silence sings,
the silence ties up all the strings.

And now it is broken,
most probably temporary,
just never more than transient,
for silence is more permanent.

Because silence is in the air,
we breathe and we live with it.

Sound breaks the silence away,
words and syllables,
sound and letters,
interwoven among them,
then perish again.

For whatever starts, will end.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

The Pretty Liar

Oh look at the pretty liar,
spreading words all over.

Whispering to the ear,
what it wants to hear.

Deceiving the eye,
with what it desires.

Lies, lies, everywhere.
Lies, here and there.

Look at me,
I love those lies,
I admire them.

I put the lies under my lip,
and every second I take a sip,
of all the lies drip by drip.

I'm sinking deeper in this ship,
I can't get a single grip,
I'm starting to trip.

Yet here I am standing still,
not giving up the lies away.

My heart and conscience start to ill,
my soul starts to wither away.

Life, and all its lies. Death, and all it's truth

Monday, April 27, 2015

The Divine Walls

And myself inside the walls,
protected from harm.

My feelings enveloped in concrete,
of apathy.

Life outside me,
and death inside it,
who shall be,
shall be it.

And myself buried by the dust,
of hopes and tears and trust,
that fear I must,
to be unjust.

The divine walls of me,
lowered down,
to reach my knee,
I step upon.

The divine walls shall breach,
the enemy comes in,
the walls I raise,
to live again.

Don't come in. You're not invited.

Sunday, April 26, 2015

I'm Not Like You

I'm a selfish fake.

I'm so full of myself.

I'm insensitive.

***

I'm not like you.

You are different.

***

What's the difference you ask?

Well...

The biggest difference is this one particular thing.

I admit I'm all those.

But you don't.

What can I do anyway?

Friday, April 24, 2015

I should

... be here more often.

Life has been dull lately.
My fault.

To think that things gonna change on its own.
My own lame fault.

Letting the guilt inside to flow,
might help me grow.

To stay as it is,
impossible.

Truth be told, I miss everyone.
And everything.

Especially a friend of mine.
That particular friend of mine.

And my family.
My hearted family.

Since missing you makes me think about you and I am forgetting about me,
maybe I should start to missing me.