thE huMane aNts.

hmm.
rase macam lame lak tak menjenguk kamu, wahai blog.
while resting my pseudo-paralysed fingers due to writing the oh-so-irritating medicine cases,
i'll just mention sumthing that just happened a few moments ago.


i'm writing my cases.
in my room.
with the aircond at 20 degrees.
and my window wide open.
(dunno why i do that. membazir.
tapi dh dipakse bayar rm400 sebulan. so xkesah. kot.)
while listening to ZEE AVI's songs.
(i tremendously luv her 'klasik' voice!!
the 1st time i heard her song BITTER HEART,
damn, cairrrrrrr maa.
hehe. dunno why, but when i hear her voice,
i immediately envision mary poppins
or some other old-timer in a black-&-white video clip.
it's that 'klasik'.
anyways, if someone hadn't told me that she was
actually a malaysian born in sarawak,
i would have totally passed her off as any random western singer.
such a talented lass, i must say!
malaysia boley!! heh. xpasal2 pulak)


ok back to the story.
i just finished copying down my patient's investigations.
and i felt like going to the loo.
so i got up from my stool.
then, a flurry of movement on the floor caught the corner of my eye.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!





there were like a thousand ants,
ok mebbe 50 ants la,
crowding on a tile, on my floor, in my room!

then,
out of nowhere,
my spongebob-room-slippers-cladded feet started stomping
on the creatures hoarding my floor tile.
(i know those of u insect-lovers must be saying:
--> "ish kejam aa.."
--> "ish tak baek aa.."
--> "ish nanti kat nerake, ko pulak kene pijak ngan semut2 tu"
i know, i know,
it's a mean and horrible thing 2 do.
but it was just reflexly done.
not on purpose.
so xpe la kan.)

nway after my ants-stomping rampage had ended,
i looked down 2 see small black dots scattered on the 'battlefield',
which is a tile.
on the floor.
in my room.

i actually felt that i had done something pretty monstrous,
but i was also puas hati.
then i went to the loo and did my business yang tergendala seketika.
on my way out of the loo,
i once again glanced at the 'battlefield',
admired the efforts of my reflex-rampage,
and decided to sweep up the brave army of ants later.


so then i continued writing my cases.
after around 20 minutes or so,
i felt like drinking melon milk,
so again i got off my stool.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!
the 'battlefield' was deserted!
i mean, it was clean & clear!
spotless!

hmm...
how? why? who? what? when? where?
ok. so, bilik aku memang tade hantu.
then there must definitely be a logical explanation 4 all this.

i squatted down near the 'battlefield'
and noticed 2 more dead soldiers still there,
and a few ants (alive) scurrying around near them.
(NO, this time i did NOT go on a stomping rampage.
see, i'm not that kejam. )

then..
i witnessed sumthing that was just amazing.
(to me, it was amazing la.. tatau la kalau aku ni jakun ke ape. )
the live ants were actually gathering up their dead friends,
each one picked up a friend using their lil' antenna thingys tuh,
and carried them back to their home, i suppose.

daymn.
no wonder the 'battlefield' was spotless.



i must admit,
it was a pretty touching scene.
and got me thinking.
"how can ants be so humane?
hell, even people (some of them) are not that humane.
harap name je ade perkataan 'human', tapi humane-nye tah ke mane."

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pengajaran pada hari ini
::a lesson learnt is a lesson learnt,
no matter what or whom we learn it from::
sekian.

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p/s: to those yang ingat aku tipu,
(ape? ingat aku dah tade bende laen nk tulis kt snih agaknye),
u can go on ur own stomping rampage and see 4 urself.
tapi kalau ants kat bilik korang tak humane,
well that's a different story now, aint it.
;)

~Lyfe is shoRt~

when it doesn't rain
it snows.
yeah the cookie crumbles
but in who's hands?
all things said
and all things done
life is short.

oh i am young
but i have aged.
waited long to seize the day.
all things said
and plenty done
life's too short.

could this be?
could this be the day
i've waited for?

another door to peek in through
the floor is filthy

but the couch is clean.
at the end of the day
that's another day gone.
life is short.

oh i am young
but i have a past.
travelled far to find the start.
yes i am scared
and i've been burnt.
but life is short.

could this be?
could this be the day i've waited for?

psYchopAth ovErdoSe..!

okay, so these past 7 days, i've been getting 'acquainted' with a bunch of
nutjob-wacko-are u frikkin serius-totally cuckoo psychopaths!!!

thank god, they're not really psychopaths that i mingle with in my evryday life.
thank god, they're only on the big screen of the cinema or the small screen of my laptop.

hehe..

but still!
all in one week......


suddenly got me thinking that it is indeed scary
to think that there is such a species of these homo sapiens out there..
sumwhere.

mebbe it's our own classmate.
mebbe it's our neighbour.
mebbe it's our room-mate.
mebbe it's our colleague.
mebbe it's our bibik.
mebbe it's a member of our family.
mebbe..
mebbe..
mebbe...

uuuuuuu... sending shivers down my spine olredi..
=p



1st psychopath of the week:
Ali Larter, in 'OBSESSED' : a hot-but-incredibly sicko psycho temporary secretary,
who insists on stalking her boss (who is married to beyonce) in the most freakish manner ever...

2nd psychopath of the week:
David Dash, in 'DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES' : such fabulous blue eyes!! unfortunately, with such a twisted mind. he actually moved to a new place, just so that he could be close to a couple who accidentally killed his wife & daughter once upon a time in a car accident, so that he could 'return the favour' by killing the couple's son instead.

3rd psychopath of the week:
Henry Wakefield, in 'HARPER'S ISLAND' : a psycho, adopted, groom-to-be who invited all his friends to his wedding on an island. he had actually planned a killing spree with his real father, who happened to be a famous killer on the island few years before that and who everyone thought was dead. so all his friends dropped dead, one by one, in some of the most gruesome ways! aim of this killing spree was to eventually live on the abandoned island with his oldest best friend/childhood fantasy gurl,ABBY, together, forever, just the two of them. (even though he knows that abby is actually his sister. but according to him, it doesnt matter coz there's noone left on the island, so noone will know). sick..!

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nways.
it just shows that

u never know...
- just how psycho ppl can really be,
- just how twisted and fucked-up some people's thoughts can be,
- just how u may not even realise that u may be someone's psycho victim.

muahahahahahahaha.......

teaRs + go0sebumPs....!!

this here,

is wut caused my
miserably failed attempt
of not wanting to weep
so badly ...
go away, oh goosebumps of mine!

poor paris jackson...

i luv my ayah too..!

.a ruDe awaKeniNg.

this morning
i had an interruption of yummy sleep
and was rudely awakened
by the damn-shrill-dat-its-so-frikkin'-irritating hostel fire alarm
at 9 am on a SUNDAY MORNING!!!
arghh..



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9.00 am:
thinking it was just the normal 5-minute-alarm dat sumtimes happens,
i just shut my eyes and planned on continuing 2 sleep.


9.07 am:
dammit! bising!
open my room door,
take a peek outside,
no sign of life at all.
return to bed.


9.15 am:
damn thing is still making a terrible ear-splitting racket!
dah mule cuak.
is there really a fire?!
pull back my curtains, open the window.
take a look around and sniff the air.
nope.. nothing suspicious or out of the ordinary.
open room door again, still a dead corridor.
close door.
start staring around the room.




9.20 am:
still staring around room,
making a mental note of what 2 grab,
in case i hear people running down the corridor.
(though i am fully aware dat we are not supposed 2 grab anything but our bodies in case of a fire)

result of mental note:
1. a backpack with
- laptop and external hard disk.
- iPod.
- a Jeffrey Archer novel & a David Baldacci novel that i just bought
yesterday, and haven't gotten around 2 reading yet.
- a folder containing all my important documents since birth.
- some decent clothes coz i dont wanna be seen running around in
inappropriate sleeping apparel.

2. a small overnite bag with all the handmade cards and notes
from mubin & everything else dat he has given me.
(try 2 sumbat as much as i can!)

3. wallet

4. handphone

5. car keys!

( sadly, no mention of clinical books or equipment. at all.)

9.25 am:
open door.
still a dead world out there.
contemplate whether or not to start grabbing stuff.
suddenly thinking:

" this is silly!! evryone else is not panicking.
some are probably still snoring through the whole ordeal.
i think i'll just go take a shower.
that way, if there really is a fire, i'll be fresh to start running.
and that'll be one less thing 2 stuff in my backpack."

9.30 am:
in the shower.
la-dee-da.
suddenly,
silence.
...
..
.
GREAT!!
just when i decide 2 shower,
datz when the damn thing will quiet down.
should hav known...

well.
maybe its a sign.
a sign telling me 2 get my ass out of bed early on a sunday morning, for once, to study!!


or......
maybe not.
since im blogging rite now.

so,
no.
its not a sign.

DAMN.

OMG... meaNie!!

juSt now
a bumper sticker caught my eye

it said:

FARAH FAWCETT arrives in heaven and god grants her a wish.
she wishes all the children on Earth to be safe.

BAM!!!!! MICHAEL JACKSON dies.

n i actually laughed.
( for those of u who dunno wuts going on in the world,
and who dont hav the slightest idea why i wud find this funny at all,
a few days MJ died,
and FARRAH FAWCETT actually died on the same day as him)


but then,
i thot
" diz is actually quiet mean!!"

org tu dh mati.
tak baek tau.

aDdicteD..!

alamak.

i am
sooooooo
absolutely
totally
utterly
completely
extremely
memang
sangat
terlalu
definitely
teramat sangat
addicted
to
BOMBERMAN!!!

i find it
very worrying,
dat we actually
spent rm40
playing bomberman
at the gaming arcade
the other day!!!!!

so..

in order 2 prevent

any more fulus-wasting,

mubin gave me

a downloaded version

of bomberman!
yeay!!!

ok la...

boleh jimat duet

but

dat still doesn't solve

my addiction problem..

plus,

its gonna be really hard 2 study

now dat bomberman is
oweys lingering in my head
and will be
just within my reach!!!!

thanx nway, mubin

;)