Kempen Mushrif untuk Semua #2

Special thank you to everyone
for supporting this cause with endless doa~

My sisters here and hereafter
If I write you guys by the name I might just cry.
Bro Nadzirah Mohamed Mukhtar
She's mine to bully!
Tiga senior sekawan yang seronok!
Saya doakan para boss terus mantap~
Mushrif-mushrif tetap PERUBATAN
Mansurah
Tanta
Kaherah

Thank you for trusting and backing me up
Moga bertemu Allah bersama kalian di syurga nanti.

Kempen ini secara rasminya ditutup.

InsyaAllah, kami mahu ke Bahariya.

8-10 dan 12-14 Februari 2010 nanti.

Encik-encik budiman dari seluruh pelusuk Mesir boleh menjadi mushrif kami?

Bayaran LE500 je.

Sebolehnya sebelum 7 Januari ni.

Jika sudi, boleh la hubungi saya mahupun AJK-AJK yang lain.

Terima kasih :)

Yang benar;
Nur Atiqah Mohd Hanifah
atqh90 (YM)

Kamu tidak sekali-kali akan dapat mencapai (hakikat) kebajikan dan kebaktian (yang sempurna) sebelum kamu dermakan sebahagian dari apa yang kamu sayangi.
Dan sesuatu apa jua yang kamu dermakan maka sesungguhnya Allah mengetahuinya.
(3:92)

Raksasa Batu

She may be the boss.

But we are the king.

We roam the room.

We sniff for food.

We poop on the carpet.

And we ignore her mumblings.


Now is winter.

We are currently hibernating.

Somnambulism now and then.

Leave us your message.

Patience is a Virtue...

... I seriously lack.

Atiqah Hanifah is volatile with a very short fuse.

Am suppressing them, though.
Really!
So don't worry, you won't have me on your neck.

Just so you know me
so you won't force them on me again.

I am highly irritated when:
failure of information synchronization occurs and
informations are delayedly relayed.

Especially when it hit
the person sort-of in-charge.
The person who will be asked, indeed!

Even if that person is not me,
I will get mad.
Expecially when that person is me,
X-(
take a wild guess how I will react.

Thus will lead to:
internal cussing and
sudden urge to thrash things around.

Urgh! Yuuno is hiding.
He's a genius.
But I'm not mad at you, turtle dear.

I'm mad at myself.
For not being patient enough.
For being naive as to think people will be considerate.
Am I not considerate?
Perhaps not enough.

I'm also mad at Pipit.
Don't let me see you.
For my sake, I will not layan you.
At least, for now.

...
:(

Allah loves me, right?
He is testing me
especially on such night
(we have Anatomy spotting exam tomorrow)
so I'll remember Him
and all He is offering.

It's so hard!
But... I love Him.

Love hurts, eh?
And requires hell lot of sacrifices, no?
:((

Kempen Berdoa untuk Semua

Name:
'Pray for All' Campaign

Duration:
Till I'm bored and in need for a fresh boost

Objectives:
1- Encourage praying for the sake of others
2- Avoid any trace of selfishness amongst us Muslim
3-Towards avoidance of being Al-Muthoffifin
ie those who give less than due weight for others,
but expect in full for themselves

Execution:

Radin Rahmah Radin Monawir
Akak ni nak jadi Timbalan Bendahari Kehormat
PERUBATAN 10/11
sebab jawatan tu cam ringan sikit [Kak Izzati yang macho]
dan semoga dia ada masa untuk bermain dengan saya
mengejar mardhatillah dari aspek lain
Doakan agar keputusan syura PERUBATAN
memudahkan urusan dia!

Razan Hayati Zulkeflee
Esok [16hb] dia akan dapat result untuk last test dia
yang membawa kepada 10% markah dalam final nanti
Doakan dia dapat markah penuh!

Nadhirah Muhamad Yusof,
Insyirah Ahmad Kamal
serta Gen6 Cairo University yang rata-rata kurang segar
Mereka ini diuji dengan demam, selsema dan batuk
Doakan mereka segera sembuh!

Mitsuharu Yuuno
Tadi dia squeak
Dia kelihatan seperti... layu?
Entah la

Segera la segar kembali, boleh kita bermesra dengan lebih aktif!
Doakan dia sihat!

Kamu
Sebab tinggalkan komen yang mesra berusaha menjayakan kempen saya haha
Sebab semua orang pun suka didoakan, kan?
;)

p/s:
Thank you Kak Pijot sebab jadi kamus bergerak saya

p/s2:
Tak seronok la kempen takde poster :(

4th Dec: Central London; Day Three

After dad gave me 100 pound to go shopping today amounting my pocket money to 152 pound, I set off for the bus towards Tower Bridge.

Yesterday was outdoor, today is partly indoor.

Yesterday was rainy, today is sunny.

Ye, saya sedang ketawa.

It wasn't even 9 am when I hopped off at Tower Bridge Road bus stop. Stores were closed and there I was, one macho traveller with her map out trying to figure out which way is the infamous Tower of London.

Thankfully there was this obscured road sign. I set off.

And walked up a pretty long road. Alone (no, not lonely) and cold.

Stopped when I saw silvers shining in the sun. Poked my nose around the local silverware yard sale.

Very beautiful and I'm sure mom would have appreciated the wares. I didn't buy anything though as I was antique illiterate.

Continued walking another long road towards Tower Bridge.

Too cold. Decided to be wise and took the bus.

And we were at Tower Bridge in a mere second.

Tower Bridge undergoing facelift

Three passengers stepped in. One looked like a Malay. He flashed his Oyster card, looked up and was that a smile?

Finally, a familiar face on the road.

Teringat Syaimaa. Smirked evilly.

Appreciated the River Thames scenery. Wah, tu Tower of London la!

Looked around. Now which stop should I get off?

Pandang belakang. Oh, budak Melayu itu sedang berdiri. Dia nak turun gak ke?

Segan la kalau bawak keluar peta depan dia. Biar dia turun dulu la.

Maka, I was the last person to exit the bus at that particular stop.

Turun slow-slow. Kamu, cepat le jalan.

To my unexpressed horror, he stalled and waited for me.

Argh, camne nak bawak keluar peta ni?!

Walked tentatively and looked up expectantly. Soalan pertama that came out with a charming smile, "Melayu ke?"

Tidak, ana orang Arab. "Ye." Sengih politely.

Seterusnya ke Tower of London. Mencari tempat duduk dan sms Syaimaa with evil girl glee. Oh yeah, shoot me.

Queen's House of the Tower of London

I regretted not entering since this historical fortress boasted a lot of genre, including horror that is my cup of tea.

Towers to explore, ravens to scare, treasures to uncover, executions to remember...

My loss.

Oh well, all the more reasons to come back again, eh? ;)

Saw London Bridge from afar. Apekah? Ia sekadar jambatan biasa?

Tak mau la pergi.

Moved on towards Britain at War Museum.

Britain at War Museum at Tooley St

Entrance to the underground bunker

Moved quickly through the underground bunker to make a dash towards the toilet. (again, remember yesterday?)

Enjoyed my time leafing through the World War 2 campaign.

Briton and Egyptian do have something in common;
there's no such thing as no time for tea

Roles of healthcare professionals during WW2

The sign said, 'Children are allowed to wear them.'
Tunggu ape lagi!~

Insincere will lead to loss of pahala and Allah's ignorance during the Day of Judgement.
So don't be too proud of yourself, Atiqah.

Everyone was in the war, ladies never excluded.

Children evacuated to less likely areas for an air raid; countryside, Canada etc

Entered the blitz. It was... odd. Agak menggerunkan. And this is just the recreation.

How are our brothers in the frontline of Palestine?

Walked out with my penny trampled into Britain at War souvernir.

Puas. Though I surmised Imperial War Museum might be a better catch.

Hihi... all the more reasons to come back!

Walked and saw a Halal sign. Oh, ayam goreng!~ Dah lama tak makan.

6 pound.

Berlalu pergi menunggu bas. Dasar makhluk kedekut.

Bersiar-siar di London Eye.

London Eye, the largest of it in Europe.
Only supported by an A-frame on one side.
Still, no one can challenge the pillar-less sky~

Movieum of London ada diskaun tiket 5 pound. Nak masuk ke? Of course not.

Ada Christmas Festival di sekitar. Warna warni serta bau daging yang sedap berjaya mengumpan saya.

Heaps of jelly beans and marshmallows await!

Man, bad landing. My belt just ripped off...

Tanning in London

Walked across the River Thames via Millenium Bridge yang cantik.

I love the sky. It is uncomparable.
It further reminds me I am 24-7 under His mercy, literally.
Millenium Bridge is the spiky-poled one in front of London Eye,
build to commemorate the beginning of the new millenium (year 2000).

Mengejar burung merpati di Victoria Embankment Park on the way to Trafalgar Square.

A much peaceful oasis in Central London.
Statues erected here and there and pigeons everywhere!

Nak ke Covent Garden atau Hyde Park Winter Wonderland?

Tak solat lagi, maka ke Malaysia Hall.

"Akak, keropok lekor ada?"

"Tak de la, dik."

Berlalu pergi mengambil wudhu dengan kesedihan seorang yang kempunan.

Terserempak dengan budak pagi tadi.

Jom ke Hyde Park!

Selak jam. Oh. Tidak.

Berkejaran berlari naik bas. Turun di Oxford Street untuk tukar bas dan survey harga barang sekejap. Please, let me be at the hotel before dad comes back!

And run I did.

Berguling atas katil. Lapar, tak lunch padahal sandwich tuna serta dua biji tomato dikelek je dalam beg dari pagi tadi.

Ratah semua benda tu.

Papa balik. Dia ajak pergi balik Malaysia Hall. "Rasa dah lama tak makan nasi."

Ketawa. Kami naik bas lagi.

Dua bas je! Dan takde la lama sangat nak sampai; no intervals of shivering under the bus stop.

Mantap, tahniah kak!

"Bagus la, you're getting better than yesterday."

Hehe.

Kami makan nasi. Dan, "Akak, keropok lekor ada?"

"Ada."

":D Petang tadi masa saya datang, takde."

"Kami goreng lewat sikit hari ni."

:D :D :D Alhamdulillah~

Berturut makan. Bertuah betul.

Ke Oxford Street untuk membeli belah. Papa beli beg extra, haha.

Dan kembali ke hotel untuk packing barang.

---

Banyak lagi tempat tak pergi. Nak datang Hyde Park lagi. Sayangnya. Rindu la.

Summer bila-bila nanti, nak datang lagi... Next time, I'll bring lots of canned tuna.

And my business card. Yes. Expand your network, haha.

3rd Dec: Central London; Day Two

Edited 2238 hour, 121209: Now with photo descriptions.

"Nah duit belanja."

"..."

"Cukup ke?"

"Lebih sangat dari cukup ni, pa..."

"Nah amik duit shiling ni sekali."

"Terima kasih, pa."

Pocket money for today is 56 pound.

Walked papa to Institute of Child Health near Great Ormond St Hospital for Children and ran back to the hotel soon afterward for my glove. Today's weather was cloudy, maximum temperature of 8 degree with outbreaks of rain.

I overestimated my brown adipose tissue's ability, if I had any.

Finally arrived at the infamous Madam Tussauds Gallery.

Madam Tussauds Gallery and London Planetarium

Made acquaintance with Sherlock Holmes of Baker St.

Akak pelancong itu kacau daun la...

Ignored my measly half and bought a bus pass.

Safely arrived at Regent’s Park despite chaos for a public toilet.

Not quite sure why I decided for a Royal Parks of London tour today, since outdoor in the winter drizzle means harsh wind for the scarf-deprived traveller; bald trees, sparse flowery bushes and certainly no butterflies on the field for her to enjoy.

Regent's Park College in the background

Wild waterflow snogging around people for food.
Notice the murky sky~

Literally and figuratively walked in circle. Stopped elatedly in front of ZLS Zoo.

Remembered Kamilah quipped yesterday, "Ada ke datang London pergi Zoo?"

Passed by expressionlessly.

Amiable bushy squirrels

Park exit via Chalbert Bridge

The view of the open parkland was splendid nevertheless. Nothing less should be expected from Almighty Allah.

It’s Zohor. Let’s go to London Central Mosque!

Took the bus. Now where is it? It should be somewhere around here...

And we passed the mosque on our left.

Blinked. No prob, let’s pray at the Malaysia Hall.

Stopped at Lancaster Gate. Walked.

Ran whilst praying please let there be a public toilet near that Tube station!

After two futile stops for a much needed relief, I was back on the road.

Now where's that Malaysia Hall? I read yesterday that it is somewhere around whatsit Terrace, Bayswater.

After 10 minutes...

Okay, I admit loss. Was about to give up and went back hotel for praying when I saw this Malaysia flag all tangled up in Queensborough Terrace.

MSD, Malaysia Hall in London

Alhamdulillah, sampai! Tahniah tahniah.

Something caught me on the menu; Keropok lekor. Wah!

All lit up bursting with bliss.

5 pieces = 1 pound.

1 pound = 9 genih...

Ana syab3anah.

Headed to Kensington Gardens.

Near the Elfin Oak, I repeatedly ran away from this super-friendly dog along with shouts of “Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite!” by its mistress concerned for my sanity.

Was crestfallen when I was denied entry to the Diana Playground because I am not attending to any children.

Wished I brought Yuuno along. Sigh.

Wild waterfowls of the Round Pond pecking people for dinner

Physical Energy statue at the heart of Kensington Gardens

Temple something... haha I forgot

Skipped around Kensington Palace, the official residence of Princess Diana; just to name one of the many British monarch resided there.

Queen Victoria in front of her birthplace Kensington Palace

Crossed the Serpentine to reach Hyde Park.

Coordinated birds obediently sitting in a single file

Eh? What is this? Hyde Park Winter Wonderland?

Circus! Ferris wheel! Ice rink! Games! Candieeeees!

SERONOK NYE!!!

But it’s nearing Maghrib la.

Stared at the funfare from afar as my feet dragged me to the opposite direction from where my heart was leading, the ducks oblivious to my sorrow.

Perkampungan itik di Hyde Park

I’ll see if I can have my dad take me there tonight.

Socialized with the squirrels of Russell Square before heading back to base.

Mantap la mak cik ni, balik lepas Maghrib...

Learned facts about pasta from Chef Gino.
1- Sauce first, then pasta. Not otherwise.
Don't ask me why, I didn't get the chance to ask him.

2- Oil doesn't ensure the pasta doesn't stick together. Instead, use lots of boiling water.The bubbles help.

3- Dried herbs are rubbish. Throw them away. Use fresh ones instead.

4- Ducks go well with sweet flavour.

Jom tangkap itik kat Hyde Park!

Dad came back and suggested we dine at Malaysia Hall. “Baik, jom. Ika dah tahu camne nak ke sana.”

Enthusiastic; the political-liberal girl glittering with full confidence.

Three buses and one and half hour later, we reached Malaysia Hall.

-__-‘’ Well, at least now I know where King's College is.

“Kalau naik Tube, satu stesen terus sampai.” Papa smiled.

Haha :P~

We ordered two plates of kuey teow goreng and one teh tarik.

Milah, that's the teh tarik you asked for~
Though it is kurang pekat...

9 pound.

Of course, dad footed the bill. And I had to bite myself from converting to genih/ringgit at every transaction.

We ate, we're full. Unfortunately for me we didn’t go to Hyde Park that night.

Argh~

Reporting back to dad, today I:
-Knew the locations of public toilets across the town.
-Played with cute critters at park.
-Played with cute critters at park.
-Played with cute critters at park.
-Discovered Malaysia Hall.
-Learned about pastas.
-Became his tour guide.

Oh, as ever the exceptional animal activist.

26 Nov: Piramid

The Autobots helped rebuild them

Walau seagung mana pun ciptaan hamba, masih jauh tidak tertanding ciptaan Maha Esa.

Yang maha berkuasa sepenuhnya ke atas setiap sesuatu.

“Pak Cik Nabil, which pyramid was used during
the battle in the second Transformers movie?”
*muka budak innocent*

“Huh? What movie is that?”
*muka pak cik guide tua yang keganjilan*

261109 – Akhirnya sampai piramid jugak budak ni…

Central London; Day One

Breakfast of mushrooms, baked beans, grilled tomatoes and hash browns. English tea.

"Dad, can I have fried eggs?"

"It's better not to."

:(

We decided to walk to Trafalgar Square.

Nelson's Column and the lions, plus several historical figures standing tall on pliants. A symbol of democracy for this goo-ridden square is famous for political demonstrations and rallies.

Papa with Trafalgar Square in the background

If you're here for the John Woo-effect of pigeons taking flight, you might as well go to the nearby Victoria Embankment Gardens.

Why?


There were not more than a few fat pigeons trotting (yes, they trot. I chased them but they merely trot.) about the pavement.

Poor me was salivating for hammam mahsyi.

We walk further to Big Ben the iconic free-standing clock tower of Westminster and the adjoining Palaces of Westminster aka Houses of Parliament.

See London Eye, Big Ben and Houses of Parliament

Dad made acquaintance with the local policeman.

As expected from one of the centers for political life in London, a group of activists were protesting in front of it.

I was undeterred. Well, actually, I didn't get what their shoutouts were all about.

River Thames, London Eye and the London Aquarium, also housing the Movieum.

Realized Westminster Abbey is a complex of chapels. Where the kings were crowned, royal couples got married and monarchs were buried.

A reminder that religion is life itself.

Me and dad at the Westminster Abbey.
Erk, which entrance is it? Haha

Beautiful Victorian architecture, though.

Headed to St. James's Park and chased after the oldest of London Royal Parks' critter of squirrels collecting nuts for the winter.

Budak sesat

Grinned at wet maple leaves on the Birdcage Walk.

Converting papa to an avid animal activist hihi

Fat ducks reminded me of sweet sweet Peking Duck. Or Duck in Orange Sauce.

Reached Buckingham Palace the official British monarchs resident in London nicely at 11.30am.

Kamu! Bukak cepat!

The Change of Guards should commence by now.

11.40am and trotted along a group of horsemen.

I've always had this fling for marches...
Shiny black shoes and all they have to offer~

12.00pm and nothing else happened.

"Are they cancelling the Change of Guards?"

"The weather is wet, not very wet."

Took the Tube back to Russell Square.

Fixed a simple sandwich of chilli pepper tuna smuggled from Egypt. The avid carnivore was hungry for meat.

Dad crashed out of fatigue.

Now to humour Anatomy.

Lesson:
1- Hargailah setiap nikmat Allah.

2- Bawak daging dalam tin lain kali.

Nak Pergi

Maafkan saya atas segalanya.

Izinkan saya pergi dengan tiada bebanan kesalahan dari kalian.

Kalau jadi apa-apa eg flight delayed, sila jaga Yuuno baik-baik.

Tolong jangan lupa untuk beri dia makan setiap hari.

Moga dia menang dalam pertaruhan kami. Kami bertanding, siapa akan mati dulu.

5.20 pm pada 1 Disember 2009 (esok!), insyaAllah akan bertolak ke Heathrow, London.

Harap boleh doakan.

InsyaAllah sampai semula di Mesir pada 5 Disember 2009, 9.00 pm lebih kurang.

Esoknya mula kuliah.

Moga penerbangan tidak tergendala.

Erm, dari sini ditemani dua ekor teddy bear unta dan insyaAllah dijemput ayah di sana.

Dia ada kursus di Great Osmond Street Children Hospital.

InsyaAllah menginap di Waverley House Hotel. Dekat dengan Hyde Park.

Mesti Along dengki, wakaka.

Keskemaan manifestasi kecuakan.

Okay, I'll shut up now.

Mari Melobi

Memandangkan saya sedang mengacau Maryam dan akan bermusafir lusa, maka post ini adalah super quick.

Pesanan kepada semua ahli PERUBATAN yang akan mengundi 4 Disember ini, sila mengundi untuk akak ni.

Take my word and vote her for me... Saya takde di Mesir time tu, maka terlepas pengundian. Melainkan JPP yang comel mahu membuka undi pos untuk saya?

Please please. Saya kan seringkali baik je.

Haha.

Siti Khadijah bt. Daud

a.k.a. CtK
Tahun 2 Universiti Kaherah
Timb. Mentor 09/10
AJK Kebajikan Gen8 08/09

SBPI Pekan, Pahang
Tarikh lahir: 18 Oktober 1990
Saiz kasut 39 atau 7
Amat macho dan berkaliber
Mempunyai support system yang utuh

Antara manusia kegemaran saya :)

Selain daripada para JPP yang mantap dan berkaliber, sudah tentu.

p/s: Adakah lobian ini melampaui syarat dan adab-adab melobi? Tidak, kan?

FLOW Gen 8

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

Aslmwbt semua.
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Kerana kesuntukan masa, Kak Aimi tidak sempat berkongsi beberapa perkara. Di bawah disertakan sedikit sebanyak nota yang ditinggalkannya:

Study mengikut subjek: *hasil brainstorm bersama Kak Izzah*
Physio:
-faham
-organize ilmu dengan teratur
eg: faham method of action of any given enzyme, sebelum receptor dia dan etc

Anat:
-diagram untuk memudahkan kita nampak
eg: course and relations of blood vessels, nerves
-imagine (tengok atlas)

Histo:
-slides
-jangan sesekali ambil mudah

Biochem:
-praktis melukis diagram (helpful in exams)

Psycho:
-sila jangan study last minit!
bab kata senior, "jangan study last minute, tapi studylah sampai last minute."
-study dengan lebih rasa empathy

Exam sessions:
-organize apa yang nak dibaca
-ikut masa dan kepentingan


Menghafal:
-menghafal bukan satu method study, tetapi ia satu complement factor
-FAHAM dahulu, baru mudah hafal
-organize ilmu dengan teratur, baru mudah untuk recall

*ulang dan ulang dan ulang (bak kata Saudara Amir)


Penggunaan buku rujukan luar:
-ok je
-kalau boleh, fokus baca satu buku sahaja, tak perlu banyak-banyak
-kalau ada info tambahan, tambahkan sahaja pada buku utama tadi
-nota membantu (bergantung pada individu)


Andai sebarang pertanyaan, boleh la dirujuk senior-senior yang mantap belaka tadi:
-Amir Firdaus b. Ali Shariffudin
-Haslina bt. Mohammed
-Aimi Athirah bt. Azmi Murad
p/s: Please ask me or anyone for their emails, kalau letak dalam blog nanti orang buat main.

I trust that all of us are matured enough in our adabs with seniors :)


Seterusnya ana nak ucap jutaan terima kasih atas komitmen dan minta maaf atas segala kekurangan dan kesilapan. Semoga iman dan taqwa kita bertambah dan segala yang dapat dalam majlis tadi dapat dimanfaatkan kepada semua dan diri khususnya.

Sila doakan untuk para sahabat, senior dan junior juga.

Happy studying for upcoming exams, may Allah grants us ease and serenity.

Wallahu a'lam

Nur Atiqah Mohd Hanifah,
Cairo University; Egypt.

Always I Forget

This is for those who were pissed off by such trivial lessons in life.

You got through the day,
alhamdulillah.

No bones broken,
just dignity shattered.
Haha.

Be ikhlas in your intentions,
have pure heart,
which will reflect your cool facade.

Be wary of your time,
don't let it be wasted again.

Be patient,
or the lessons will continue
with increase in tolerance.
Trust me,
we've been through this for years!
See if you'll survive another.

So be patient,
Patient
Patient
PATIENT
You get the point, right?

Everyone has a bad day,
let's be cool with it.

And for everything it is,
Allah is there.
And ears are always around.

Please remember to
SMILE :)
I don't care if it's fake,
just don't look ill.

Cut back on those caffeine,
seriously.
Let's not live on drugs.

Learn from everything.
Yuuno is there for a reason, you know.

Don't get lost!
He needs you, he'll cry if you do :(

And He, too, is not going to abandon you.
Ever.

Oh, and Atiqah,
"In the end, everything will be okay.
If it's not okay, then it's not the end."

Enjoy the Winter Campaign

Jazakallah, Dr. Akef.

10th Nov : Musim Sejuk yang Panas

Hari ni saya telah ponteng kelas Dr. Sherif Zaky yang bermula jam 7.30 am semata-mata kerana nak perbaharui visa.

7.30 am sampai Mugamma'.

Raja dihalang masuk oleh pak guard. "At nine."

Sembilan? Bukan ke lapan biasanya dah bukak?

"Sa3ah tamaniah, ya3ni?"

"Aiwah, nine."

Rasa bangga sebab dia berusaha jugak untuk berbahasa asing. Tahniah.

Saya masuk jam 7.55 am.

Orang pertama yang tersenyum dan duduk di kerusi berhadapan kaunter makcik-makcik yang mantap andai dia buat kerja dengan ikhlas.

8.20 am baru dia benarkan menghampiri dia selepas dia sudah bersarapan, bergosip harian dan bercelak.

Dibeleknya segala dokumen.

Disuruhnya pulang ke universiti sebab "Saya nak syahadah yang ada nama dalam Arab dan Inggeris! Cop kene betul-betul atas nama!"

Merepek.

Dengan segera berlari dan berteksi ke universiti.

8.30 am di Syuun Tolabah. Kaunter yang berorang adalah kaunter tahun 1, 4 dan 6.

Pergi ke kaunter tahun 1. "Saya nak syahadah."

"Awak tahun berapa?"

"Tahun 2."

"Datang balik sejam nanti."

"Tak boleh ke saya amik borang kat sini?"

"Sejam lagi la, budak."

Merepek.

Tersenyum dengan muka tak puas hati dan study Biochem sekejap depan bangunan.

Sabar... sabar... sabar... Argh!

Masuk balik jam 8.45 am. Makcik kaunter tahun 2 dah muncul! Tahniah, tahniah.

Dia tengah sarapan. "Setengah jam lagi."

Merepek.

Tersengih dan menyeringai depan pintu masuk Syuun Tolabah. Mengulang kembali bacaan Mathurat.

Masuk balik jam 8.50 am.

Dihalau keluar balik.

Dipanggil semula oleh makcik yang duduk di kaunter tahun 4.

"Awak nak apa?"

"Saya nak syahadah je." Tersenyum manis. "Je."

"Minta ngan makcik Hoda." Dan dilaungnya nama makcik Hoda banyak kali, sampai la berpaling makcik kaunter tahun 2 dari gosip hariannya.

Oh, nama makcik Hoda ke?

"Bagi la borang syahadah kat budak ni." Makcik di kaunter tahun 4 berkata dari seberang. "Dah lama budak ni kat sini."

Makcik Hoda dengan penuh lemah-gemalai menyerahkan borang syahadah beserta muka tak puas hati kepada saya.

Saya isi dengan segera.

Dah siap. Mana Makcik Hoda?

Pukul 9 am. Kelas Dr. Sherif dah habis. Kelihatan kelibat Baher dan Laila serta budak-budak lelaki.

Makcik lain yang macam baik sikit datang. Dibeleknya. "Nak kernih."

"Sila, sila."

Dibelek, dicakar ruang kosong dan disign borang syahadah saya.

"Nak gambar."

Huh? "Nah, sila."

Disteplernya dahi saya atas borang. Diserahkan kembali.

"Erk, saya nak cop jugak."

"Pergi kaunter tahun 1."

"Baik."

Dengan jurusnye saya ke kaunter sebelah.

"Pergi kaunter tahun 4." Makcik kaunter tu cakap.

Apekah? "Baik."

Menghadap makcik baik kaunter tahun 4 dengan sengihan kerang. "Makcik tu suruh saya datang sini untuk amik cop."

"Pergi balik kaunter tahun 1."

We are not playing pass-the-volatile-Atiqah here! "Ye, baik."

Menapak di kaunter tahun 1.

Kelihatan kelibat makcik yang membawa bersamanya cop-cop.

Saya segera hulur.

Dia tengok. Dia sign dan cop di hujung bawah borang dan dihujung atasnya.

Saya belek.

"Makcik boleh copkan atas nama saya?"

"Tu atas nama la tu."

"Tak, nak yang betul-betul atas nama." Ceria sahaja nada suara yang meminta-minta itu.

"Budak-budak Malaysia ni kan..."

"Haha," Saya tersengih. "Terima kasih makcik. Moga Allah membanyakkan kebaikan atas makcik."

"Ye la."

Berlari ke kedai fotostat. Ramai orang. Berlari ke Maahad Ta'awun sebab kedai fotostat lain semuanya tutup.

Naik teksi ke Mugamma'.

Sekarang jam 9.30 am.

Terus ke kaunter dan hulur borang.

Makcik tu terus proses borang dengan efisien sekali.

Dia serah balik passport.

Saya tunggu jap.

Dia merenung. "Dah setel la. Awak nak apa lagi?"

Eh? Dah?? "Oh, terima kasih puan."

9.35 am keluar Mugamma'. Kelas seterusnya pukul 11.

Bermain-main sekejap.

Pulang ke rumah jam 10.30 am.

Bermesra dengan Kak Insyirah jap.

"Awak rasa hari ni hari yang malang ke?"

"Tak." Tersengih lebar. "Mesti ada la tu, saya buat salah ngan sape kat mana-mana..."

Keluar rumah 10.50 am. Lari!

Lessons for today:
- Be patient.
- Sabar.
- Isbir.
- Plan and well-organize everything.
- Jangan ponteng kelas. Tak berkat.
- Al-akhdzu bil-asbab.

p/s: Saya paling benci semut. Ye, amat. Saya akan berhenti di tepi jalan semata-mata untuk bunuh mereka.

Bertentangan dengan Nabi Sulaiman yang berhenti di tepi jalan untuk elak dari bunuh mereka.

Ape r budak ni.

Kedua saya paling benci lalat.

Get Hot Gen 8

Get Hot Gen 8

Tarikh:
30 Oktober 2009

Masa:
4.30pm - 8.30pm

Tempat:
Hadhonatul Bustan

Tema:
Get hot, let it burns!

Objektif:
0- Tambahkan iman dan taqwa.

1- Kukuhkan ukhuwah.

2- Tingkatkan semangat hadapi Tahun 2.

3- Sambutan sempena program pertama Gen 8 Akhowat bagi sesi 09/10.

4- Ketua Batch malas nak buat open house.
Haha~ If I die suspiciously tomorrow, you all know why.

Aktiviti:
1- Sesi mencapub
Ucapan Pengarah
Ucapan Ketua Batch

2- Tazkirah
Oleh Unit Pembangunan Insan Batch

3- Tayangan video
Oleh Unit Multimedia dan Penerbitan Batch

4- Permainan
Regu
Impulse

5- Makan (!)
Ayam bakar (thus the name)
Nasi goreng cina
Salad hijau
Salad kentang
Coleslaw
Pencuci mulut yang amat pelbagai

6- Tukar kad

7- Tapau

Kredit:
Jutaan terima kasih diucapkan kepada semua kerana telah menyumbang untuk majlis kita dan memeriahkan Hadhonatul Bustan. Semoga segala objektif tercapai dan kebaikan berkekalan sehingga ke syurga.

Kami minta maaf kerana terdapat banyak kekurangan dalam pengurusan dan sebagainya. Moga ianya menjadi iktibar kepada kita bersama dan program ini menjadi panduan bagi program-program akan datang.

Tidak terhingga tahniah dan syabas kepada para AJK yang telah bersusah-payah membanting keringat bagi kelancaran pengurusan majlis. Allah sahaja boleh membalas kebaikan kalian dan moga ianya menambahkan berat mizan kalian.

p/s: Sila ingat apa yang aku membebel mesyuarat tadi. Especially point yang diulang serius banyak kali.

Dan aku terlupa nak sebut dalam meeting tadi. Aku bangga dengan kalian. Hehe.

Mesti semua flame aku pasni.

Di sini disertakan nama mereka untuk dimuatkan dalam doa para pembaca:

Big Boss a.k.a. Ex-Officio:
Umairah

Timb. Pengarah:
Ellya

AJK Program:
Aisyah Zahirah, Izzah

AJK Makanan:
Najwa, Bahiran, Tasnim Hanafi

AJK Peralatan:
Syaimaa Ahmad, Syuhada

AJK Tempat:
Nadirah (Ketua Batch), Badriyah

AJK Kebersihan dan Keceriaan:
Nasywa, Sarah

AJK Kebajikan dan Keselamatan:
Humairah, Khadijah (CtK)

AJK Tugas-tugas Khas:
Raihanah (Anah), Raihaana (Rai)

Ucapan khas kepada Maisarah dan Ira kerana kemantapan mereka mengacarakan majlis serta post-party clean-up. Juga kepada Zahidah atas tazkirah yang penuh makna menusuk kalbu.

Sudah tentunya budak yang dalam ingatan, Najiha yang dibuli Pengarah dalam penyiapan tayangan video. Tahniah kerana berjaya memaksa dia tidur atas lantai yang sejuk dan keras. Haha.

Terima kasih sekali lagi kerana menjayakan majlis. Semoga sifat 'izzah dan kebersamaan dalam batch kita diteruskan.

Juga semoga iman dan taqwa masing-masing meningkat.

Sekian,

Yuuno
Pengarah,
Get Hot Gen 8.

p/s: If you can't find your name in this post, Allah and you know who you are.

Tujuh Perempuan dan Satu Jantan

Untuk semestar ini, saya tidak lagi menghuni Imarah 20. Selamat tinggal wahai bawwabah yang sering bermasalah, reception yang meringat peluh saya serta sutuh yang pastinya saya rindui. Juga semoga tidak dibuli saya ucapkan kepada ketua imarah yang baru, Maryam.

Ahli rumah juga dah berubah. Kami berlapan sekarang; Kak Bihah, Kak Insyirah, Nadh, Raja, Hanan, Nisa, dan saya yang sebilik dengan Yuuno.

Nama rumah kami Villa Raihan. Nama panjang Raihany.

Bilik saya agak besar. Lebih kurang atau besar sedikit daripada bilik kecil di Imarah. Memandangkan tiada antara kami yang suka berbual-bual kosong, maka seringkali saya berhadapan dengan kesunyian diselangi bunyi jam, kipas dan Yuuno bergerak-gerak.

Itu pun jika dia bergerak. Yang biasanya dibuat lewat tengah malam mahupun awal gile pagi. Apa punya raksasa batu...

Mungkin disebabkan saya kurang menghargai teman sebilik yang lalu, maka kali ini dihukum tiada teman sebilik. Maafkan saya, Arachi.

Rumah ini juga sudah dilengkapi dengan talian telefon. Sedikit malang ianya bermasalah, maka talian internet tidak boleh dipasang lagi. Ini menyebabkan kesukaran di pihak saya untuk online, maka banyak lah kerja yang tertangguh.

Kepada warga SMI Aman, ana minta maaf. Sila berusaha bersungguh-sungguh memeriahkan laman sekolah.

Kepada senior PRISMA, ana tertinggal draf kertas kerja dekat Malaysia. Haha, maaf :P I'll redraft and send it to you guys before the meeting.

Argh, lapar la pulak.

Kepada Kak Fathy, maaf sebab tak siapkan berita spekulasi bajet Gema Aidilfitri. Ditambah pula dengan faktor saya sudah pun menghabiskan menonton trilogi Pirates of the Carribeans dan James Bond lakonan Daniel Craig, maka saya sudah tidak bersemangat untuk menghadap komputer.

Skrol atas jap.

Banyak gile perkataan 'maka'.

Jika kalian ada masa, datanglah melawat. Sila bawak jus mangga bersama.

Untuk pengetahuan orang yang ingin tahu, 2-4 Disember ni insya-Allah saya bercadang ke London sempena cuti Eid Adha.

5hb dah mula kelas. Hebat kan? Sila doakan, ye.

Kempen Sayangi Haiwan

"I'm not stingy, okay? If you want it, just say so. Don't nibble your way into. You understand me?"

They continued running around.

"But, of course I will never share my keropok with you. What makes you think I'm that kind?"

She picked up the piece of keropok and shook them of it. They ran futilely for their life. The evil dictator pressed them flatly on the cold tile.

One unfortunately ventured onto her hand. Lethal mistake. She frowned.

"And don't crawl on me, creep. It's annoying." She accentuated by squeezing the poor soul into oblivion.

"My bed is totally off-limit. If I see any of you on it, that will be the last of you. Mark my word."

The running continued hecticly.

"Good. I'm glad we've reach an agreement."

She picked herself up and grabbed her beloved can of Baygon. Hoisted it readily.

"Goodbye."

---

The mad spraying of Baygon continued. Helpless ants ran wildly for cover.

p/s: Cruelty is necessary. I am particularly allergic to their painful bites.

Away We Fray

Angst is a genre never to be ventured into. It destroys any remnants of good mood, induces tear, promotes break down and wrenches poor fragile heart.

Needless to say, it is not for the faint-hearted.

As sunny as I am, I always stay true to my nature of never ever read anything of angsty material. Especially the ones written by the ever excellent Firefly.

So how come I'm relistening and relistening to this piece? Even to the point of looping this song only?

It reminds me of failures and how deep the effects run when you neglect your responsibilities.

The hopes that will pummel hard on earth. The many hearts you will break.

Ironically, it forces me to force myself better.

3rd Oct: Had I Known How To

Yesterday.

Was pissed off by imarah's main door, seniors and subsequently lashed out on innocent juniors.

The so-not-innocent juniors, whoever, were safely hidden from the wrath of co-owner of Baitun Nuha and acting Ketua Imarah.

Wonder if seniors were ever pissed off by me.

Well, yeah... there was this one time. Oh, and remember when I had to... Not to mention that time when I got lost...

Okay, we're even.

Was soon calmed by the presence of a God-sent calm senior who seemed to be in a chirpy holiday spirit.

Human and their moods.

Took advantage of it by asking for help :P Was replied with a smiley invitation to bother and Raya greetings.

Was I not informed of his marriage? Allah bless him.

Today.

Went to Dokki. Fortunately, didn't take the wrong train this time.

Took my number and was ushered to sit by this kind man. Waited for an hour. Dozed off thrice.

I curse my inability to ask for help.

Went back to the house and was dead on the bed.

Was soon awoken due to the eerie silence. The room... it's too big for just me and Yuuno. Perhaps I should buy two oversized plushies.

One the shape of a crocodile, and the other one of a tiger. Yeah.

Dozing off.

Suddenly, Life by Yui rang. Jolted.

Argh! Ape ni?? Mane boleh call orang lepas 9 malam!

Looked at the caller ID. The time was 2034 hour.

Sighed. Answered it. This better be good.

Dozing... trying to...

Life by Yui rang again.

I should put up a working hour sign. Sighed.

Slumped back. A few minutes. Five, four, three, two, one...

Life by Yui rang again.

The next day.

Class commenced.

Dashed to the bank. Was really drained. Could barely pay for my books.

Id3ilna.

The day after that.

Allah help me with Physiology.

Don't ask for things to be easier. Ask for yourself to be better.

Don't give excuses to be weak.

Am I being too hard? Nope. No. It's normalcy.

And people asked why I'd rather do things on my own. A hipocrite against my own words.

I guess that's personal.

Owed Dijoh a great deal. Please hug her when you see her.

Today was penurunan takhta, as Yuuno calls it. Tomorrow will be the day to save a life.

Be safe, everyone.

Silent Lesson

I am writing this because no cousins of mine are going to read this. If you are my cousin, go away la, please. I'll treat you to mercun when we meet.

Once upon a time, in a land not quite far away, there was a young feisty little lass returning home after nearly a year abroad.

She played, humored and mingled with her beloved family, long-lost friends and pesky school juniors [no offence, kiddoes. I really love you guys.] for nearly two whole months with once a while glance towards her rotting Physiology book.

She too, managed to brush up on her lethal driving skills and meet up with pseudo-nice dentist for a somewhat terrifying scaling job.

Nearing the end of her stay in Malaysia, she and her family returned to their villages to celebrate Eid with the country folks. She hoarded her endless supply of keropok into her cargo bag and dutifully left behind several important essentials; such as her clamshell hair-clip and a gift of Quran from her teacher.

Oh well, she mindlessly shrugged. I can always bully some kind, pretty and helpful neighbors to haul them back for me. Or so she thought.

Nevertheless, they safely arrived in Perak.

Since there were so many aunties around, she was spared the fun-filled kitchen chores. She could be found running around chasing cousins and hugging their teddy-bear figures. Or by her opah listening to her view on life.

When night fall and chubby cousins were left to rest, she huddled with aunties who told her what families were up to.

Kak Ila was engaged to some Ipoh-based guy. Abang Iwan and Abang Rizal were married; the latter currently in Indonesia. Abang Azrul's son has dermatology issues. Abang Saleh's new bike was stolen; the poor soul still paying the monthly installment. Angah is planning on joining her in Egypt. She had an annoying second cousin who is too smart for his own good.

And Abang Yan is working for Ateh, helping him with his palm oil plantation and endless orchard chores.

But I thought he was a mechanic.

He was, Chik Na said. Until his boss called him to work during lunch break when he was at home, feeding grandpa. He quit the job right there and then.

Oh.

Being the over-indulged observer she is, she cannot go even for a day without a subject of interest. And hers that day was that older cousin.

He was tall, lanky, a simple-dressed fellow of jeans and t-shirts, had a bulb of moustache and barely-there goatee. He played dangerous firecrackers with glee; setting a nasty example on the little kiddies and earning an earful from the skemarama miss goody.

He was your typical rural boy with just enough education, who worked his last drop of will for a living. Who stayed with opah and atuk to care for them when he could just make his break with the army. Or stayed close to his parents and many siblings.

She was your abnormally sane suburban girl faking Tourette syndrome who read medicine as serious as she was chasing chubby baby cousins for a hug. Who sometimes was irked with her immature siblings and lashed out laden with vain.

Who came back for two months after ten months of absence just to act like she cared.

Now she felt awful for giving him that earful.

So true was the words of Allah from surah Al-Hujurat;

Let not some men among you laugh at others:

It may be that the (latter) are better than the (former)

[49:11]

Verily the most honored of you in the sight of Allah

is (he who is) the most righteous of you.

[49:13]

She stood up from staring through her cousin's back and sat next to her atuk, starting a conversation just to hear his voice.

It was time to depart for Melaka and they were saying their goodbyes and take-cares and please-pray-for-me.

He returned from fishing at the river and she sincerely thanked him [for teaching me a life lesson in silence] and apologized [for that nagging on those awfully loud mercun. Though I must say, you'll lose a finger one day. Haha. Okay, I was joking.]

They settled into the cars and the folks waved. She slowly, almost reluctantly waved back.

She looked at each and every one of them. Committing that moment to memory. Her mind flicked and she felt like crying.

Is it worth it?

Stay alive until it is, then.

Spring: Prologue

Dedicated to Annelise Oriti.

We still have that beautiful vase your mother gave us. It's sitting on the corner table as a centerpiece.

I remembered your bagels. Your neat school uniform. And my rainbow hat I gave you before we departed.

Most of all, I remembered that great big sincere smile greeting me every school day.

Lunch on the school compound. You introducing me to the canteen's Doughnut Day.

Me eating in the playground and getting an earful from the prefect. Haha. I was naughty back then.

Thank you. For everything. For your hand in friendship.

Happy days, Annelise.