After mediaPERUBATAN was unofficially renamed Biro Pusat Pemulihan due to the extensive sengal-ness of its members (no, the big bosses were safe from this infection), I felt the need for a serious self-searching.
I hope you can help me by answering this poll. Thank you and have a nice day.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Bad in a Good Way
aka Day 2 – A photo of something you ate today.
I don't like chocolate that much. I brought Mocha 3-in-1 from Malaysia and I resort to it whenever I've maxed my daily Nescafe intake yet still the day hasn't ended. And it tastes funny; the chocolate part of it doesn't go well with my palate.
But not all that is distasteful is bad for you, and not all that is palatable is good for you either. Like that Allah said in Surah Al-Baqarah, verse 216.
And just because I don't go well with chocolate, doesn't mean it doesn't go well with the rest of Earthlings. People perceive things differently, that's what makes them amusing :) Let's celebrate uniqueness and our differences with understanding and a smile.
And no, that doesn't mean I don't accept chocolates as gifts. Keep them coming!
I don't like chocolate that much. I brought Mocha 3-in-1 from Malaysia and I resort to it whenever I've maxed my daily Nescafe intake yet still the day hasn't ended. And it tastes funny; the chocolate part of it doesn't go well with my palate.
But not all that is distasteful is bad for you, and not all that is palatable is good for you either. Like that Allah said in Surah Al-Baqarah, verse 216.
Fighting has been enjoined upon you while it is hateful to you.
But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you;
and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you.
And Allah Knows, while you know not.
But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you;
and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you.
And Allah Knows, while you know not.
And just because I don't go well with chocolate, doesn't mean it doesn't go well with the rest of Earthlings. People perceive things differently, that's what makes them amusing :) Let's celebrate uniqueness and our differences with understanding and a smile.
And no, that doesn't mean I don't accept chocolates as gifts. Keep them coming!
To not Breed Prejudice
aka Day 1 – A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was.
It's winter now in Egypt but we're all heated up with the recent harassments subjected to our sisters when commuting through certain areas in broad daylight. Among the circulating advices is to be constantly vigilant and acutely aware of your surroundings.
So that you are able to recognize friends from foes, be quick and reflexive should that elbow-jab is needed that instance.
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The other day I was walking back from Imarah 11 and yes I was alone until a small kid fell in step with me and smilingly asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is Nur," I smiled back most probably due to his petiteness (and yes, politeness). Ammar and I chatted as he walked me around the corner and we parted with the courteous let's-meet-again wave.
Most people will just walk by curious kids like 8-year-old Ammar here and ignore his questions and I understand the safety reason behind it. But when you're paranoid of everything, you'll be prejudiced and will miss out the fun and excitement that usually come along.
Bro Fadel Soliman once told us to "Never generalize and be objective. You may find good allies in some of them". And judging out of suspicion is depriving yourself from good things from happening.
So the neighbours might be a little bit taciturn, but if you approach them they are more than welcoming. We have Amm Mahmoud in front of the imarah, and the baker is protective when one of the girls last year ran for cover into his bakery. Give it a try now, why wait until you need their help then?
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Another advice is to not walk out alone, and this one brother already warned "Lepas ni aku tengok ada budak perempuan jalan sorang, aku sound..."
Haha, now that's even scarier than the Arabs ^^" A bit difficult for me but I'll try my best.
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We fortunately live in a caring community. Need more reasons to take better care of yourself? ;)
Hi it's Atiqah with Bebah.
It's winter now in Egypt but we're all heated up with the recent harassments subjected to our sisters when commuting through certain areas in broad daylight. Among the circulating advices is to be constantly vigilant and acutely aware of your surroundings.
So that you are able to recognize friends from foes, be quick and reflexive should that elbow-jab is needed that instance.
---
The other day I was walking back from Imarah 11 and yes I was alone until a small kid fell in step with me and smilingly asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is Nur," I smiled back most probably due to his petiteness (and yes, politeness). Ammar and I chatted as he walked me around the corner and we parted with the courteous let's-meet-again wave.
Most people will just walk by curious kids like 8-year-old Ammar here and ignore his questions and I understand the safety reason behind it. But when you're paranoid of everything, you'll be prejudiced and will miss out the fun and excitement that usually come along.
Bro Fadel Soliman once told us to "Never generalize and be objective. You may find good allies in some of them". And judging out of suspicion is depriving yourself from good things from happening.
So the neighbours might be a little bit taciturn, but if you approach them they are more than welcoming. We have Amm Mahmoud in front of the imarah, and the baker is protective when one of the girls last year ran for cover into his bakery. Give it a try now, why wait until you need their help then?
---
Another advice is to not walk out alone, and this one brother already warned "Lepas ni aku tengok ada budak perempuan jalan sorang, aku sound..."
Haha, now that's even scarier than the Arabs ^^" A bit difficult for me but I'll try my best.
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151210
ok jaga diri elok2 yer... ingat orang tersayang...
201210
awak saya pernah nampak gak.. jalan takde musyrif
iskh3
jaga diri betul2..
We fortunately live in a caring community. Need more reasons to take better care of yourself? ;)
Saturday, December 25, 2010
"Nak kene gigit?"
This cute one here is Ancylostoma duodenale, a 0.3cc/day blood-sucking parasite of the small intestine. It's too cute with its "nyaaa"-face expression that pretty much resembles one of the many Power Rangers' villain.
For such a small creature, it causes anemia. A force to be reckoned with, a petty monster packing a full punch. That warrants endless thanks to Allah for us being Ancylostoma-free.
Maybe? Get yourself checked :)
Pardon me for the incoherency. I shall be gone.
p/s: Thus Parasitology is easier relative to the other subjects :)
Take on the SE
So we're done with the Student Election and I am now free to comment whatever I want and degrade anyone as I please (haha).
Sure I didn't campaign for nor against anyone, maybe I slipped once or twice what I detest and what I support in the solitude provided by the blue bird but that was it. And this is more out of my own principle and probably has nothing to do with me gripping the News Dept in a tight fist.
Now I am free to spree.
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Prez and his Vice II
Whoever made it as the president or vice is of no interest to me since obviously they were better off declared victorious in the first place. Personally I think Damak and Kak Aimi hadn't much of a challenge; Imdad and Kak Natrah were competing along more likely to heat things up with the alliances and fanpage and blogs and munajat perdana.
To avoid what happened in Alex, urm.
AJKTs
I know all those listed for the elections are people of credible, able to perform their responsibilities to the fullest when given the chance. And when you squint at their manifestos, they pretty much howl the same idea. So voting for one and not voting for the other most likely will have minimal effect.
But whatever it is, deep down the core is your akhlak. Especially when you establish rapport with people, akhlak is the one thing people look at, well at least that is what I do. And what I will continue on doing.
And please, sarcasm is to be used exclusively within your close contacts. And in personal blogs, of course. Thank God we only vote for candidates of the same gender.
So there goes. I actually voted for all Azhar and Ain Shams candidates and that left me with only two candidates from Cairo so I went with ehem maybe another entry.
p/s: I realize writing on PO makes me wasted and this blog should be taken down due to lack of thought-provoking content.
Sure I didn't campaign for nor against anyone, maybe I slipped once or twice what I detest and what I support in the solitude provided by the blue bird but that was it. And this is more out of my own principle and probably has nothing to do with me gripping the News Dept in a tight fist.
Now I am free to spree.
---
Prez and his Vice II
Whoever made it as the president or vice is of no interest to me since obviously they were better off declared victorious in the first place. Personally I think Damak and Kak Aimi hadn't much of a challenge; Imdad and Kak Natrah were competing along more likely to heat things up with the alliances and fanpage and blogs and munajat perdana.
To avoid what happened in Alex, urm.
AJKTs
I know all those listed for the elections are people of credible, able to perform their responsibilities to the fullest when given the chance. And when you squint at their manifestos, they pretty much howl the same idea. So voting for one and not voting for the other most likely will have minimal effect.
But whatever it is, deep down the core is your akhlak. Especially when you establish rapport with people, akhlak is the one thing people look at, well at least that is what I do. And what I will continue on doing.
And please, sarcasm is to be used exclusively within your close contacts. And in personal blogs, of course. Thank God we only vote for candidates of the same gender.
So there goes. I actually voted for all Azhar and Ain Shams candidates and that left me with only two candidates from Cairo so I went with ehem maybe another entry.
p/s: I realize writing on PO makes me wasted and this blog should be taken down due to lack of thought-provoking content.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Belajar dari Sejarah
Yesterday we had our very first Cairo Annual Meeting (MTK) with this 20-minute opening speech by our president which sounded more like a policy speech and blurred I was with the speed he was going, I only realize so when he came to his fourth point.
He gave up to seven points; the fifth which was similar to one of the male candidate's manifesto and this nose sniffed a subtle campaign there, haha.
Also we had seven motions, all with varying degrees of priority. If you read what Abang Hafiz wrote in his blog, he opened up a different perspective on the urgency of such motions, which brings us to one simple question: What is the function of a motion?
Speaking of motions, some were polished version of what was previously brought up in previous MAT. Like Nasrullah and his establishment of PERUBATAN Cawangan Kaherah (PCK), Afuza and his formation of smaller organization by university, Chip and his PERUBATAN headquarter which was what Chairman Rahim of Alexandria will bring upon the meeting there.
Which shows it pays to learn from the past and other people.
The debate that ensued was pretty much amusing. Having been to mega meetings ever since I was in first year, yes I can pretty much surmise these people have matured since though it was the same old same old people who walked up the isle to speak.
When I asked this to a fellow representative, she replied that she had the same idea, so why go up front? Which brings us to another question: What happened to proactivity and creative thinking?
One moment that had me in giggle was when one female senior refuted a younger male senior when he objected the establishment of PCK on the basis of this same motion was objected during the Annual General Meeting (MAT) of President Kadir's reign. She reminded me of an older sister reprimanding a misbehaving brother with a full smack up his head when she said, "Tahun berapa tu *****??"
It was then November 2008. That meeting was my first ever assignment, pardon the immaturity.
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When we talk about the past, there is no footsteps better to be followed but that of Prophet Muhammad's. His life and sayings plus the Quran make one complete life manual where you refer to regardless in times of lost or not.
He gave up to seven points; the fifth which was similar to one of the male candidate's manifesto and this nose sniffed a subtle campaign there, haha.
Also we had seven motions, all with varying degrees of priority. If you read what Abang Hafiz wrote in his blog, he opened up a different perspective on the urgency of such motions, which brings us to one simple question: What is the function of a motion?
Speaking of motions, some were polished version of what was previously brought up in previous MAT. Like Nasrullah and his establishment of PERUBATAN Cawangan Kaherah (PCK), Afuza and his formation of smaller organization by university, Chip and his PERUBATAN headquarter which was what Chairman Rahim of Alexandria will bring upon the meeting there.
Which shows it pays to learn from the past and other people.
The debate that ensued was pretty much amusing. Having been to mega meetings ever since I was in first year, yes I can pretty much surmise these people have matured since though it was the same old same old people who walked up the isle to speak.
When I asked this to a fellow representative, she replied that she had the same idea, so why go up front? Which brings us to another question: What happened to proactivity and creative thinking?
One moment that had me in giggle was when one female senior refuted a younger male senior when he objected the establishment of PCK on the basis of this same motion was objected during the Annual General Meeting (MAT) of President Kadir's reign. She reminded me of an older sister reprimanding a misbehaving brother with a full smack up his head when she said, "Tahun berapa tu *****??"
It was then November 2008. That meeting was my first ever assignment, pardon the immaturity.
---
When we talk about the past, there is no footsteps better to be followed but that of Prophet Muhammad's. His life and sayings plus the Quran make one complete life manual where you refer to regardless in times of lost or not.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Jangan jawab "Apa khabar?" dengan "Hah?"
Sebenarnya ada sangat banyak benda yang tidak ditulis lagi. Idea-idea yang bernas diperap dalam kepala tanpa mampu diluahkan berikutan kesempitan daya menulis. Maafkan beta, akan beta berusaha lebih lagi.
Bermula dengan merayap di Eropah Julai yang lalu sehinggalah perihal beberapa isu berbangkit kebelakangan ini, semua ini perlu disiapkan. Andai suatu hari memori ini hilang, semangat turut luput, maka akan ada dokumentasi dalam bentuk penulisan bagi mencarinya kembali.
InsyaAllah yang ini tidak akan hilang melainkan Blogger buat hal.
Juga berita ada beberapa lagi dalam senarai yang gagal disiapkan setakat ini berikutan virus siput yang berleluasa. Draft dah siap namun masih gagal dibuahkan hasil; satu berita yang berjaya siap semalam turut mengundang kritikan daripada para boss.
Maaf, sememangnya saya tiada bakat dan kurang berusaha. Mungkin saya patut bersara dan fokus pada Naj*b.
Hakikatnya semua ini alasan sahaja. Nak seribu daya, mahu sejuta cara. Jangan cakap sahaja, berani mengatur langkah dan dammit, gerak lah. Terang-terang dilaknat orang sebegini.
Saluran darah di kepala berdenyut lambang gagal minum kopi pagi tadi dan reda sebentar tadi dengan terteguknya secawan. Hari yang lain pula sambung bicara. Babai.
Bermula dengan merayap di Eropah Julai yang lalu sehinggalah perihal beberapa isu berbangkit kebelakangan ini, semua ini perlu disiapkan. Andai suatu hari memori ini hilang, semangat turut luput, maka akan ada dokumentasi dalam bentuk penulisan bagi mencarinya kembali.
InsyaAllah yang ini tidak akan hilang melainkan Blogger buat hal.
Juga berita ada beberapa lagi dalam senarai yang gagal disiapkan setakat ini berikutan virus siput yang berleluasa. Draft dah siap namun masih gagal dibuahkan hasil; satu berita yang berjaya siap semalam turut mengundang kritikan daripada para boss.
Bersama bergerak menyebar risalah Tuhan.
Tapi jom cari kopi jap.
Tapi jom cari kopi jap.
Maaf, sememangnya saya tiada bakat dan kurang berusaha. Mungkin saya patut bersara dan fokus pada Naj*b.
Hakikatnya semua ini alasan sahaja. Nak seribu daya, mahu sejuta cara. Jangan cakap sahaja, berani mengatur langkah dan dammit, gerak lah. Terang-terang dilaknat orang sebegini.
Saluran darah di kepala berdenyut lambang gagal minum kopi pagi tadi dan reda sebentar tadi dengan terteguknya secawan. Hari yang lain pula sambung bicara. Babai.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Ngefans Saeed
Saeed proactively submitted one news tonight.
This kid is too good, I am but a snail with a bad back.
One of the attributes of the believers as defined in Surah Al-Mu'minun is being faithful to what you were trusted with. You don't only do what you should; you do your best and see it thoroughly done.
p/s: ATIQAH!
Atiqah: eh ana ada kata anta mantap x?
Atiqah: tahniah2
Atiqah: lawa gile berita
Saeed: kita kan bekerja
Saeed: so kenalah buat yg terbaik
This kid is too good, I am but a snail with a bad back.
Those who faithfully observe their trusts and their covenants;
Surah Al-Mu'minun, verse 8
Surah Al-Mu'minun, verse 8
One of the attributes of the believers as defined in Surah Al-Mu'minun is being faithful to what you were trusted with. You don't only do what you should; you do your best and see it thoroughly done.
p/s: ATIQAH!
Friday, December 10, 2010
Pinjamkan Tangan, Teluskan Hati
Once the team wrote this news about our junior was forcefully evicted after a break-in orchestrated by their own landlord.
One of the students related to this issue commented that we misquoted a certain fact.
I asked him what it was. He told me, "kata wartawan carilah sendiri kehkehkeh".
I laughingly said he was being sengal. He said he was serious.
I am sure I violated every ethics on triple-checking every fact obligated for reporters when I decided to leave the news be, but h*ll.
Let me tell you. When you involve yourself in any organization, there is no such thing as being a one-army unit. Either you help everyone out, go through with your suggestions instead of mindlessly commenting or just keep silent and give us that pat on the back we sorely need.
Why not lend us a hand and 'bersama mediaPERUBATAN'? Sorry we're (ME!) not doing our (MY) job well, but that comment can seriously be less than preferable.
Let's just do our job sincerely and play our part to the utmost extent.
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When anyone greeted me anytime with "Sorry to bother you, you must be busy" personally I was mortified. What was I busy with? Was it something petty or something that will make a change pleased by our Lord?
If I am not and was free, why did this happen? Was there someone out there cramming her time to make room for me to idle around?
p/s: Or can I thank my superior time management? ;)
(Adeh nak jugak budak ni sengal2)
One of the students related to this issue commented that we misquoted a certain fact.
I asked him what it was. He told me, "kata wartawan carilah sendiri kehkehkeh".
I laughingly said he was being sengal. He said he was serious.
I am sure I violated every ethics on triple-checking every fact obligated for reporters when I decided to leave the news be, but h*ll.
Let me tell you. When you involve yourself in any organization, there is no such thing as being a one-army unit. Either you help everyone out, go through with your suggestions instead of mindlessly commenting or just keep silent and give us that pat on the back we sorely need.
Why not lend us a hand and 'bersama mediaPERUBATAN'? Sorry we're (ME!) not doing our (MY) job well, but that comment can seriously be less than preferable.
Let's just do our job sincerely and play our part to the utmost extent.
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When anyone greeted me anytime with "Sorry to bother you, you must be busy" personally I was mortified. What was I busy with? Was it something petty or something that will make a change pleased by our Lord?
If I am not and was free, why did this happen? Was there someone out there cramming her time to make room for me to idle around?
p/s: Or can I thank my superior time management? ;)
(Adeh nak jugak budak ni sengal2)
Sunday, December 05, 2010
Gen8+10 Futsal - Call for Game
Let it be known and marked on your calendar.
We're going to conclude this game with an all-out play till you drop on this upcoming Thursday. Details are as follow:
In any unfortunate event, do contact:
Ara
Atiqah Hanifah
Tasneem Aini
We're going to conclude this game with an all-out play till you drop on this upcoming Thursday. Details are as follow:
9 December 2010
2pm (Be prompt, you are a Muslim)
Main campus Cairo U
2pm (Be prompt, you are a Muslim)
Main campus Cairo U
In any unfortunate event, do contact:
Ara
Atiqah Hanifah
Tasneem Aini
Know each other
Commit to fitness and fun
When you're fit, you can sprint in your amal.
Commit to fitness and fun
When you're fit, you can sprint in your amal.
Changing Life Course
My dearest mom gave me a challenge to be completed in less than one year time, she even went as far as to remind me of April 2011. It's stressful to say the least, because this affects the whole course of life and where I stand, even a whole year is not suffice. At all. Oh god.
But ever the bright lass (read: too bright) whose life principles include 'Dissapointing means death', who am I to say no?
Drastic, thus calls for drastic measure. So let it be known this is the time for some serious self-upgrade.
p/s: But if she comes out and says, "Mama gurau je la", I am going to kill something.
But ever the bright lass (read: too bright) whose life principles include 'Dissapointing means death', who am I to say no?
Drastic, thus calls for drastic measure. So let it be known this is the time for some serious self-upgrade.
p/s: But if she comes out and says, "Mama gurau je la", I am going to kill something.
Thursday, December 02, 2010
Kenya[taan]
oh oh ada benda best. hari tu umair minta tolong pasal assignment parasit, dia ada prob with the research part. well people go nuts here eh :)
Medscape Blogs, where medical students talk. [Haru's, where Atiqah blabs?]
on a side note, i have been calling home for two days in a row (tahniah2 *pompoms*) and concluded Kenya is quite a dangerous place to go now. or anytime in the near future, sigh.
Medscape Blogs, where medical students talk. [Haru's, where Atiqah blabs?]
on a side note, i have been calling home for two days in a row (tahniah2 *pompoms*) and concluded Kenya is quite a dangerous place to go now. or anytime in the near future, sigh.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
XX Individuals
are generally confusing. One simple thing could lead to a whole dimensional spin. One individual is highly different from the other; even one that usually take sarcasm wittily could be easily offended by the next occasion.
Plus they have imbalance of every physiological aspect thus the crankiness and every thing thrown to the wind (literally and figuratively).
Curious by-passer will probably try to dig the underneath, learn to be understanding just to be exasperated by the degree of difficulty. Civil war will erupt and silence is more damaging than thrown punches.
Patience is essential.
I'm one of them, yeah.. so all the above apply to me, too. Ouch.
All the best.
p/s: The flu has rotten my brain. Must have sinned loads prior to this, alhamdulillah still given time to repent. Urm, bye.
Plus they have imbalance of every physiological aspect thus the crankiness and every thing thrown to the wind (literally and figuratively).
Curious by-passer will probably try to dig the underneath, learn to be understanding just to be exasperated by the degree of difficulty. Civil war will erupt and silence is more damaging than thrown punches.
Patience is essential.
I'm one of them, yeah.. so all the above apply to me, too. Ouch.
All the best.
p/s: The flu has rotten my brain. Must have sinned loads prior to this, alhamdulillah still given time to repent. Urm, bye.
How to Rule the World
Ahli Jabatan Berita yang dihormati,
Tahniah rajin gile kita meng-update PO! Tambah pulak bawwab Y!M (haha) dah aktif semula pastu minta tolong spam satu Mesir, plus ada kenalan yang hang*t macam Ex-Boss maka berduyun la memenuhkan feedjit PO dari Iceland sampai la ke Moscow!
*bertenang jap, excited cam apentah*
Tapi bukan tu tujuan kita. Publisiti murahan di dunia apalah sangat berbanding ganjaran keikhlasan di akhirat. Mencorak perubahan dalam masyarakat ada banyak caranya, ini salah satu je. Matlamat kita lebih besar dari atas kertas sebenarnya.
We'll start in steps, we'll use this to conquer the world :]
Okeh! Sambung study!
Atiqah
plus Najib the fish
p/s: Lusa kuiz Patho. Jom insaf beramai-ramai.
Tahniah rajin gile kita meng-update PO! Tambah pulak bawwab Y!M (haha) dah aktif semula pastu minta tolong spam satu Mesir, plus ada kenalan yang hang*t macam Ex-Boss maka berduyun la memenuhkan feedjit PO dari Iceland sampai la ke Moscow!
*bertenang jap, excited cam apentah*
Tapi bukan tu tujuan kita. Publisiti murahan di dunia apalah sangat berbanding ganjaran keikhlasan di akhirat. Mencorak perubahan dalam masyarakat ada banyak caranya, ini salah satu je. Matlamat kita lebih besar dari atas kertas sebenarnya.
We'll start in steps, we'll use this to conquer the world :]
Okeh! Sambung study!
Atiqah
plus Najib the fish
p/s: Lusa kuiz Patho. Jom insaf beramai-ramai.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Pelaburan terbaru Beit Bonboni
Sayyeda Zainab, 16 November - Hajat ahli rumah Beit Bonboni untuk memiliki mesin basuh automatik pada tahun ini terkubur tatkala LE1500 terpaksa dilaburkan dalam sebuah peti ais yang baru berikutan peti ais lama mereka memberikan perkhidmatan yang mengecewakan.
"Ada masalah dengan frost system dia," keluh Wan Nadiah Wan Isa ketika ditemui pemberita di Sambutan Aidiladha Imarah 9 pada 10 Zulhijjah yang lalu. "(Lauk) Ikan-ikan yang kami beli berenang di dalam peti ni." Benar seperti yang dilaporkan, kelihatan bongkah-bongkah ais yang besar di ruangan atas peti ais lama tersebut menyekat pengeluaran makanan beku sekaligus memudahkan ia rosak.
Membandingkan dengan ruangan atas peti ais berjenama W. Alaska yang baru tiga minggu dibeli, beliau jelas berpuashati kerana makanan beku sebanyak 14kg yang dimuatkan sekadar memenuhi satu pertiga daripada kapasiti maksima. "Padahal nak tayang peti ais besar je," ujarnya berseloroh.
Pelajar tahun 5 perubatan Universiti Kaherah ini yang gembira menyambut Aidiladha disamping tiga lagi ahli rumah ternyata merupakan senior yang mengambil berat akan kebajikan para adik-adik. "Kalau nak beli peti ais, senang je. Peti ais (yang baru) ni kami beli di Atabah, naik je teksi kata nak ke tempat jual ghossalah nanti pak cik tu tahu la."
Di sudut yang lain, ahli rumahnya Nor Bidayah Supardy, pelajar tahun 6 akhir perubatan Ain Shams lantas berkejaran kembali ke nota-nota Pembedahan usai menjamu selera. Beliau yang bakal menduduki peperiksaan akhir dalam beberapa hari lagi mengharapkan doa dan maaf daripada seluruh umat yang mengenali beliau dan rakan-rakan.
Pelaburan terbaru Beit Bonboni
"Ada masalah dengan frost system dia," keluh Wan Nadiah Wan Isa ketika ditemui pemberita di Sambutan Aidiladha Imarah 9 pada 10 Zulhijjah yang lalu. "(Lauk) Ikan-ikan yang kami beli berenang di dalam peti ni." Benar seperti yang dilaporkan, kelihatan bongkah-bongkah ais yang besar di ruangan atas peti ais lama tersebut menyekat pengeluaran makanan beku sekaligus memudahkan ia rosak.
Membandingkan dengan ruangan atas peti ais berjenama W. Alaska yang baru tiga minggu dibeli, beliau jelas berpuashati kerana makanan beku sebanyak 14kg yang dimuatkan sekadar memenuhi satu pertiga daripada kapasiti maksima. "Padahal nak tayang peti ais besar je," ujarnya berseloroh.
Ruangan atas yang boleh memuatkan hampir 50 liter
Pelajar tahun 5 perubatan Universiti Kaherah ini yang gembira menyambut Aidiladha disamping tiga lagi ahli rumah ternyata merupakan senior yang mengambil berat akan kebajikan para adik-adik. "Kalau nak beli peti ais, senang je. Peti ais (yang baru) ni kami beli di Atabah, naik je teksi kata nak ke tempat jual ghossalah nanti pak cik tu tahu la."
Di sudut yang lain, ahli rumahnya Nor Bidayah Supardy, pelajar tahun 6 akhir perubatan Ain Shams lantas berkejaran kembali ke nota-nota Pembedahan usai menjamu selera. Beliau yang bakal menduduki peperiksaan akhir dalam beberapa hari lagi mengharapkan doa dan maaf daripada seluruh umat yang mengenali beliau dan rakan-rakan.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Because We're Super Cool
You don't go around whining just because you're stressed.
You don't go around frowning just because you're annoyed.
You don't go around plotting people's demise just because you're furious.
And you don't go around kissing people just because you're super grateful.
You keep your cool and emotion in check. Be pleasant and diplomatic. Plan your impulse and may Allah be with you.
You don't go around frowning just because you're annoyed.
You don't go around plotting people's demise just because you're furious.
And you don't go around kissing people just because you're super grateful.
You keep your cool and emotion in check. Be pleasant and diplomatic. Plan your impulse and may Allah be with you.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Gay and Happy
In Islam, being a homosexual1 can be your path to Paradise.
Suprised? That is by abstaining from practicing to please Allah, the Creator of mankind. Subhanallah.
It wasn't the gender-preference that was punished, it is in the practice of homosexuality itself.
Prophet Lut's people were condemned2 by Allah because of practicing what was forbidden, and Allah as the All-knowing Creator will never forbid something unless it presents any harm to us, whether we know it or not.
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The key here is abstaining anything forbidden by Allah to please Him and be granted His blessings. Like all things forbidden, say, drinking or gambling or talking back to our parents; even if you feel like doing so but you refrain for the sake of His blessings, that is your part of charity on yourself.
You do your math ;)
p/s: This was said before the start of yesterday's course, so to be observed by those who came late! Boo! (haha)
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1 Homosexual: of, relating to, or characterized by a tendency to direct sexual desire toward another of the same sex.
2 Chapter 11: verse 82
3 Riyadhus solihin by Imam Nawawi, hadith 141
Suprised? That is by abstaining from practicing to please Allah, the Creator of mankind. Subhanallah.
It wasn't the gender-preference that was punished, it is in the practice of homosexuality itself.
And his people came rushing towards him, and they had been long in the habit of practicing abominations. He said: "O my people! Here are my daughters: they are purer for you (if ye marry)! Now fear Allah, and cover me not with shame about my guests! Is there not among you a single right-minded man?"
(11:78)
Prophet Lut's people were condemned2 by Allah because of practicing what was forbidden, and Allah as the All-knowing Creator will never forbid something unless it presents any harm to us, whether we know it or not.
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The key here is abstaining anything forbidden by Allah to please Him and be granted His blessings. Like all things forbidden, say, drinking or gambling or talking back to our parents; even if you feel like doing so but you refrain for the sake of His blessings, that is your part of charity on yourself.
Abi Musa reported that the Apostle of Allah (may peace be upon him) said: Giving of Sadaqa is essential for every Muslim.
It was said (to him): What do you say of him who does not find (the means) to do so? He said: Let him work with both his hands, thus doing benefit to himself and give Sadaqa.
It was said to him: What about him who does not have (the means) to do so? He said: Then let him assist the needy, the aggrieved.
It was said: What do you say of one who cannot even do this? He said: Then he should enjoin what is reputable or what is good.
He said: What about him if he cannot do that? He (the Holy Prophet) said: He should then abstain from evil, for verify that is Sadaqa on his behalf.
Muttafaqun 3alaih3
You do your math ;)
p/s: This was said before the start of yesterday's course, so to be observed by those who came late! Boo! (haha)
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1 Homosexual: of, relating to, or characterized by a tendency to direct sexual desire toward another of the same sex.
2 Chapter 11: verse 82
3 Riyadhus solihin by Imam Nawawi, hadith 141
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Prewriting is Therapeutic
This has been in my possession since I started in November 2008, but like every good bath, we all need motivations daily. And what Dr. Amani Hareedy of Pathology said yesterday
made me rethink of my purpose for sticking with BPP, because I tell you, passion alone is not enough to keep you up with the immense stress.
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Prewriting
To be a successful reporter
The best reporters I know are bright, persistent, honest, personable, curious and courageous. If you asked them to explain their success, this is what they might say:
1. A good reporter is a generalist, able to deal with a number of topics and talk with a variety of people. He or she can see the unusual, the ironic, in the everyday. She can think through all the possibilities and organize a large amount of information to find the important parts.
2. A good reporter is quick. Once he is assigned a story, he goes after it. He makes the calls and keeps trying if he doesn't make contact. He remembers the sign that once hung in the Los Angeles Times newsroom: GOYA/KOD. Get off your ass/knock on doors.
3. A good reporter is curious. He or she takes pleasure in the new, and in the old, in the history or precedent that got us where we are. He enjoys reading and appreciates the details.
4. A good reporter is pleasant. She adopts a friendly nature with those she meets. She is a grateful guest, with a belief in the basic goodness of people. She conveys to those she meets that she is tolerant of them and their ideas, even though she does not like them or what they stand for. She subordinates her ego and is a good listener.
5. A good reporter is honest. He seeks the truth and acts independently. He does what he says he's going to do, and doesn't do something he promised to avoid. He returns his calls, and he's willing to say no. He's obsessed with accuracy and double checks his facts with call-backs. He sees both sides to every issue. He doesn't treat people as a means to an end.
6. The good reporter is courageous. She approaches strangers. She takes pleasure in being good, in being first. She develops a skin to deflect the inevitable criticism. She is willing to make a mistake and willing to write something that may hurt someone. She has a capacity for tempered outrage.
As Jon Franklin, reporter, author and teacher, said: "Back when I first started, I thought intelligence was the most important attribute a reporter could have. I have since changed my mind. You do have to be intelligent, but the big thing is courage. Courage to open your mind and let the whole damned confusing world in. Courage to always be the ignorant one, on somebody else's turf. Courage to stand corrected. Courage to take criticism. Courage to grow with your experiences. Courage to accept what you don't understand. Most of all, courage to see what is there and not what you want to think is there."
Source
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Thinking it through, all above are good qualities for doctors as well, or any person dwelling with the lives of a community. One that is well-versed with any level of society and strategize quick-wittedly. And yes, I'm also talking about those who wanted to spread the message of Tauhid.
Those are what I'm trying to build, at least within myself. Plus manipulating the media is a good idea for the long run, if you could catch on with what I'm implying.
p/s: I’m starting to feel rather lonely in this small dark world of journalism. Thus the incessant whining on Twitter for the past days and barely-there enthusiasm. I need to finish reading that Stephen Covey collecting dust, maybe we could work things out by then? Before I give up for good, that is.
A good doctor is a good observer, and what you observe you must describe.
made me rethink of my purpose for sticking with BPP, because I tell you, passion alone is not enough to keep you up with the immense stress.
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Prewriting
To be a successful reporter
The best reporters I know are bright, persistent, honest, personable, curious and courageous. If you asked them to explain their success, this is what they might say:
1. A good reporter is a generalist, able to deal with a number of topics and talk with a variety of people. He or she can see the unusual, the ironic, in the everyday. She can think through all the possibilities and organize a large amount of information to find the important parts.
2. A good reporter is quick. Once he is assigned a story, he goes after it. He makes the calls and keeps trying if he doesn't make contact. He remembers the sign that once hung in the Los Angeles Times newsroom: GOYA/KOD. Get off your ass/knock on doors.
3. A good reporter is curious. He or she takes pleasure in the new, and in the old, in the history or precedent that got us where we are. He enjoys reading and appreciates the details.
4. A good reporter is pleasant. She adopts a friendly nature with those she meets. She is a grateful guest, with a belief in the basic goodness of people. She conveys to those she meets that she is tolerant of them and their ideas, even though she does not like them or what they stand for. She subordinates her ego and is a good listener.
5. A good reporter is honest. He seeks the truth and acts independently. He does what he says he's going to do, and doesn't do something he promised to avoid. He returns his calls, and he's willing to say no. He's obsessed with accuracy and double checks his facts with call-backs. He sees both sides to every issue. He doesn't treat people as a means to an end.
6. The good reporter is courageous. She approaches strangers. She takes pleasure in being good, in being first. She develops a skin to deflect the inevitable criticism. She is willing to make a mistake and willing to write something that may hurt someone. She has a capacity for tempered outrage.
As Jon Franklin, reporter, author and teacher, said: "Back when I first started, I thought intelligence was the most important attribute a reporter could have. I have since changed my mind. You do have to be intelligent, but the big thing is courage. Courage to open your mind and let the whole damned confusing world in. Courage to always be the ignorant one, on somebody else's turf. Courage to stand corrected. Courage to take criticism. Courage to grow with your experiences. Courage to accept what you don't understand. Most of all, courage to see what is there and not what you want to think is there."
Source
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Thinking it through, all above are good qualities for doctors as well, or any person dwelling with the lives of a community. One that is well-versed with any level of society and strategize quick-wittedly. And yes, I'm also talking about those who wanted to spread the message of Tauhid.
Those are what I'm trying to build, at least within myself. Plus manipulating the media is a good idea for the long run, if you could catch on with what I'm implying.
p/s: I’m starting to feel rather lonely in this small dark world of journalism. Thus the incessant whining on Twitter for the past days and barely-there enthusiasm. I need to finish reading that Stephen Covey collecting dust, maybe we could work things out by then? Before I give up for good, that is.
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Watercress at Gatwick
When we were in Gatwick (18th July) waiting for our flight to Munich, we were hungry for something halal and palatable. Something meaty and laden with protein. I (being a full-fledged carnivour) could not survive on chips predominantly, despite how salivating they are.
We had no dinner and it was nearing midnight, we thus went hunting for ready-made sandwiches. There were two suitable choices available; tuna with corn kernel and eggs with water-cress.
I went with eggs.
It was very simple; hard-boiled eggs smashed with some mayonaisse and laced with water-cress, sandwiched between wholewheat breads. But the splash of flavour was tangible.
It was fresh; the water-cress was crunchy and reminded me of gargil back in Cairo. Its slight tang and the texture of egg were softened by the creaminess of mayonnaise. Pepper was added to taste.
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Maybe because I was famished (or simple, period), but the sandwich harmonised in such a happy blend, I was then one happy traveler. You don't always need fancy candle-lit dinner by the Nile.
p/s: This is what you get when you write whilst hungry.. Sorry people. And check out why you should eat watercress anyway.
We had no dinner and it was nearing midnight, we thus went hunting for ready-made sandwiches. There were two suitable choices available; tuna with corn kernel and eggs with water-cress.
I went with eggs.
Eggs and Watercress Sandwich
It was very simple; hard-boiled eggs smashed with some mayonaisse and laced with water-cress, sandwiched between wholewheat breads. But the splash of flavour was tangible.
It was fresh; the water-cress was crunchy and reminded me of gargil back in Cairo. Its slight tang and the texture of egg were softened by the creaminess of mayonnaise. Pepper was added to taste.
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Maybe because I was famished (or simple, period), but the sandwich harmonised in such a happy blend, I was then one happy traveler. You don't always need fancy candle-lit dinner by the Nile.
p/s: This is what you get when you write whilst hungry.. Sorry people. And check out why you should eat watercress anyway.
Friday, November 05, 2010
Tag #4 - Whales are from Heaven
I was merayap at Iema's blog when I came across this meme she tagged me, funny thing that post was dated two years ago.
But there is reason for the saying 'Better late than never,' eh?
1.Do you think you're hot?
Yes thus the withdrawal reflex you have upon contact.
2.Upload your favourite picture of you.
3.Why do you like that pictures?
Fluff overdosed haha it makes me smile like a euphoric fool :D
Alright I'll repent, this one is actually my favourite picture of me.
4.When is the last time you ate pizza?
2nd November 2010. It was Iema's birthday and they made her a Pizza Plus surprise except something came up and I couldn't make it to that party.
But Raja and Hanan did brought home one whole pizza so I had a slice at 9pm, was it? Calorie overdosed thus the hyperactivity at the wrong time of the day XD
5.The last song you listened to?
My ringtone Jason Mraz's I'm Yours, but for the sake of spicing things up I'll answer Lagu Kedamaian by Brothers.
I like yesteryears songs.
6.What are you doing right now beside this?
Funny you should ask, I'm doing what I did in my free time; executing plans to dominate the world through many means ie:
1) Analyze every issue on earth from medicine to dominating economic changes
2) Psychology of H. sapiens
3) Mooting over menial matters
Plus I date and be insufferable.
7.What name would you prefer beside yours?
As my own? Surely that's not what you meant, I am perfectly happy with people calling me Atiqah though on occasions I forgo my caffeine intake I wish they will come to their senses and bother someone else instead.
But there is reason for the saying 'Better late than never,' eh?
1.Do you think you're hot?
Yes thus the withdrawal reflex you have upon contact.
2.Upload your favourite picture of you.
Hi it's Atiqah and Najib.
3.Why do you like that pictures?
Fluff overdosed haha it makes me smile like a euphoric fool :D
Alright I'll repent, this one is actually my favourite picture of me.
Yo.
4.When is the last time you ate pizza?
2nd November 2010. It was Iema's birthday and they made her a Pizza Plus surprise except something came up and I couldn't make it to that party.
But Raja and Hanan did brought home one whole pizza so I had a slice at 9pm, was it? Calorie overdosed thus the hyperactivity at the wrong time of the day XD
5.The last song you listened to?
My ringtone Jason Mraz's I'm Yours, but for the sake of spicing things up I'll answer Lagu Kedamaian by Brothers.
I like yesteryears songs.
6.What are you doing right now beside this?
Funny you should ask, I'm doing what I did in my free time; executing plans to dominate the world through many means ie:
1) Analyze every issue on earth from medicine to dominating economic changes
2) Psychology of H. sapiens
3) Mooting over menial matters
Plus I date and be insufferable.
7.What name would you prefer beside yours?
As my own? Surely that's not what you meant, I am perfectly happy with people calling me Atiqah though on occasions I forgo my caffeine intake I wish they will come to their senses and bother someone else instead.
Gen8+10 Futsal League Table (Week 1)
Gen8+10 Akhowat League
Futsal League Table
Week 1 (4th Nov 2010)
Futsal League Table
Week 1 (4th Nov 2010)
Congratulations to team 1A for leading this week, but rest assured the rest of the teams shall be striking out better for the upcoming matches.Those who came today we'll be seeing you guys again at Cairo University Sports City after two weeks. Go play netball or basketball next week :)
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I suppose not everyone can read the league table and thus I present you this awesome guide.
Jack: played
Jack: win
Jack: draw
Jack: lose
Jack: goals for
Jack: goals against
Jack: goals difference
Jack: points
Atiqah: last four xfaham
Jack: goals for tu jumlah score
Jack: goals against tu jumlah bolos
Jack: goals difference beza gf dgn ga
Jack: + kalo gf lbey dari ga
Jack: - kalo ga lbey dari gf
Jack: points tu 3 utk menang, 1 utk draw, 0 kalo kalah
Atiqah: if pts two teams r the same, GD jadi penentu sape leading la ye
Jack: yupz
Jack: kalo gd same jugak, ikut gf
Jack: so kalo gelfren ckp nk p mkn kne p mkn la
Jack: sbb kne ikut gf
Jack: (straight face)
Atiqah: oh begitu, sangat obedient ye
Jack: (laughing)
Jack: bes2
p/s: Originally I wanted to whip up a news or some sort but Oli the F50 X-ITE is still dirty despite I sponged it thoroughly so there goes my semangat. And it was just after 5 games!
T~T am sad now. (Urgh gelenya weh)
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
The Only Constant is Change
When you take a person's time, you are taking part of his life. He could have used that time well to promote himself, improve the society and rule the world, but was short of that one hour you took from him.
Time is life. Once taken, forever lost. There is no giving it back.
Be respectful of people and don't just assume that hour was allocated specially for you. Don't assume the one hour was well-spent, do not ever do things at people's expense.
He could be in reality fidgeting for you to wrap up and everything you said (wrote) could have been mere words.
.. I apologize '_'
p/s: Sigh, Atiqah, twice does it. Have you repented?
Time is life. Once taken, forever lost. There is no giving it back.
Be respectful of people and don't just assume that hour was allocated specially for you. Don't assume the one hour was well-spent, do not ever do things at people's expense.
He could be in reality fidgeting for you to wrap up and everything you said (wrote) could have been mere words.
.. I apologize '_'
p/s: Sigh, Atiqah, twice does it. Have you repented?
Monday, November 01, 2010
Red Hijab Day menyambut Kemenangan 2-1 Kelantan
Kasr el-Ainy, 31 Oktober - Bahang kemenangan Kelantan meraih gelaran juara Piala Malaysia 2010 turut dirasai anak-anak Kelantan di perantauan dengan 14 orang mahasiswi perubatan tahun 3 Universiti Kaherah bersepakat memakai serba merah sempena meraikan kemenangan bergaya menentang Negeri Sembilan 2 berbalas 1.
"Kami cuba mempamerkan semangat ukhuwwah serta meraikan perkembangan di tanah air," ujar Nur Hana Akmal, penganjur Red Hijab Day ketika ditemui. "Ini antara cara untuk mensalurkan semangat anda selain daripada memperkenalkan budaya dan berita Malaysia kepada warga Mesir."
Beliau turut menafikan semangat asobiyyah negeri Kelantan yang diwar-warkan pihak tertentu dengan menyatakan bahawa Red Hijab Day turut disertai anak-anak negeri Melaka, Perlis, Selangor dan Kuala Lumpur.
Menjawab pertanyaan wartawan, sambutan ini bukan sahaja tertumpu kepada rakan kuliah di Universiti Kaherah malah turut disebarkan kepada sahabat di Canterbury, UK dan senior-senior di Universiti Ain Shams termasuklah memonopoli senior yang sedang study leave untuk peperiksaan akhir.
Di Kelantan pula, sambutan ini bertambah meriah dengan pengumuman 31 Oktober sebagai cuti umum oleh YAB Menteri Besar disamping merayakan 20 tahun pemerintahan negeri di bawah Parti Islam Malaysia (PAS).
"Kami cuba mempamerkan semangat ukhuwwah serta meraikan perkembangan di tanah air," ujar Nur Hana Akmal, penganjur Red Hijab Day ketika ditemui. "Ini antara cara untuk mensalurkan semangat anda selain daripada memperkenalkan budaya dan berita Malaysia kepada warga Mesir."
Beliau turut menafikan semangat asobiyyah negeri Kelantan yang diwar-warkan pihak tertentu dengan menyatakan bahawa Red Hijab Day turut disertai anak-anak negeri Melaka, Perlis, Selangor dan Kuala Lumpur.
Red Hijab Day.
Menjawab pertanyaan wartawan, sambutan ini bukan sahaja tertumpu kepada rakan kuliah di Universiti Kaherah malah turut disebarkan kepada sahabat di Canterbury, UK dan senior-senior di Universiti Ain Shams termasuklah memonopoli senior yang sedang study leave untuk peperiksaan akhir.
Di Kelantan pula, sambutan ini bertambah meriah dengan pengumuman 31 Oktober sebagai cuti umum oleh YAB Menteri Besar disamping merayakan 20 tahun pemerintahan negeri di bawah Parti Islam Malaysia (PAS).
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Rambo in Pathology
The fun lies in what happened today at Dr. Ehab's tuition, when we had our second section where we saw five slides of liver.
I laughed and Dr. Ehab continued rather sheepishly.
Thus I relaxed myself to a class of cultural referances, crossed my legs and happily took notes of everything. It's like living a Hey Soul Sister or Hollywood. And I am sure the average living colleagues of mine will be Lost to what this post is about :) thus the declining number of people with faith in my sensibility.
I seriously love that part; it summarized the difficulty I had in translating the jars we had in the Pathology museum without the help and guidance the lecturers and the book.
Like seriously. If you have no basic on the theoretical part of a pathological description, there is no way you can describe the jars. Thus the hallucination because you know what is there immersed in formalin, but it's not really that visually palpable.
Also today we had section of a hepatocellular carcinoma (which some lecturers might prefer to as hepatoma) and Dr. Ehab gave us the common description of a cancerous tissue. He gave us the analogy of American troops invading Afghanistan and Iraq and we might easily distinguish the invaders through their large number moving in masses wearing identical fatigues and also by their language.
And at the end of class, Syaimaa' said, "-unless it's Rambo or Atiqah Hanifah."
I think she overrated me; I am an innocent cell with no anaplastic features whatsoever.
"If you move your slides haphazardly, you will be Lost. Season 5."
Lost starring Missy the cat.
I laughed and Dr. Ehab continued rather sheepishly.
"Actually there is season 9 but they found nothing. I prefer Desperate Housewives."
Thus I relaxed myself to a class of cultural referances, crossed my legs and happily took notes of everything. It's like living a Hey Soul Sister or Hollywood. And I am sure the average living colleagues of mine will be Lost to what this post is about :) thus the declining number of people with faith in my sensibility.
"In jars, there is hallucination you can adapt to. In slides, it is the art of reality."
I seriously love that part; it summarized the difficulty I had in translating the jars we had in the Pathology museum without the help and guidance the lecturers and the book.
Like seriously. If you have no basic on the theoretical part of a pathological description, there is no way you can describe the jars. Thus the hallucination because you know what is there immersed in formalin, but it's not really that visually palpable.
Also today we had section of a hepatocellular carcinoma (which some lecturers might prefer to as hepatoma) and Dr. Ehab gave us the common description of a cancerous tissue. He gave us the analogy of American troops invading Afghanistan and Iraq and we might easily distinguish the invaders through their large number moving in masses wearing identical fatigues and also by their language.
"There is no invasion by a single cell, unless it's Rambo or whatever."
John Rambo.
And at the end of class, Syaimaa' said, "-unless it's Rambo or Atiqah Hanifah."
I think she overrated me; I am an innocent cell with no anaplastic features whatsoever.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Saiko-ed. (read: traumatized)
The other day (read: last Wednesday okay shoot me) I accidentally slept in Pathology class during the lecture of aetiological aspects of neoplasia. At the end of that section, Dr. Samia gave us four questions as homework.
Which I am doing now.
I was stunned :|
With friends like this, how could you not want, love, crave to study? I love being a part of MEP8!
Updated 27th October:
Which I am doing now.
Izyan: ada (homework) ker?
Izyan: mana ada
Atiqah: weh ada la!
Atiqah: homework part aku tertidur, haha blurr ok?
Atiqah: TT_TT
Atiqah: ada 4 soalan tu
Atiqah: carcinogens tu
Izyan: hahaah..sapa suh ko tido...tido lah awal2
Atiqah: ter ok, TER
Izyan: soalan tu aku dah siap hari dia bgi tu gk
I was stunned :|
Atiqah: kau siap homework pada hari tu jugak, compared to me yang tertidur and haha ok ko dah saiko aku
Atiqah: bb
Izyan: haha...sabar2...senang jer....gud luck dlm menyiapkan nya
With friends like this, how could you not want, love, crave to study? I love being a part of MEP8!
Updated 27th October:
Izyan: hahahaha...actually, pas aku ym ngan ko, aku bru buat
Atiqah: cis kau
Friday, October 22, 2010
"Showtime."
Did something fun today.
I love BannedStory XD
p/s: HaruMitsui is still being banned by MapleStory; I swear I did nothing wrong! MIA for months considered wrong-doing now, eh?
Superhero, no cape.
I love BannedStory XD
p/s: HaruMitsui is still being banned by MapleStory; I swear I did nothing wrong! MIA for months considered wrong-doing now, eh?
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Tolerance
Dr. Hala of Microbiology department gave us a 15-minute break in between our 3-hour lecture. Most of the guys had exited the class and I turned towards one classmate; smiling my pre-typhoon smile.
I think the confrontation went rather diplomatically. I said my okay and Syaimaa’ on my right excitedly called for my attention. “Eh Atiqah, kau dah lain eh sekarang.”
“Huh?”
“Tahun 1, 2, dulu kau serang orang.” She clawed her hands in Beba-style. “Cari pasal, kau terus serang.”
“Oh.” I did?
Soon after, class resumed.
“-but for self organ, deficient response will elicit self-tolerance,” our doctor lectured. “That is to say the immune reponse is tolerant to the organ, not causing any auto-immunity.”
I smirked. “Syaimaa’, aku dah tolerant sekarang,” I half-whispered.
”Huh?”
I’m answering your previous question la. ”Aku dah tolerant.”
”Tolerant that is, for example, someone who is strong and capable and upon dealing with weaker organism, will be okay with it.” Dr. Hala continued. “ ‘Yes, I know you are a stupid idiot but I’m okay with that, won’t respond to that (provocation).’ The immune system may be tolerant to one thing, but not to another.”
Syaimaa’ smirked. I chuckled. We gave each other low high-five.
Discreetly of course; we were still in class :)
p/s: Kawan-kawan, dalam kelas kite kene fokus ye.
I think the confrontation went rather diplomatically. I said my okay and Syaimaa’ on my right excitedly called for my attention. “Eh Atiqah, kau dah lain eh sekarang.”
“Huh?”
“Tahun 1, 2, dulu kau serang orang.” She clawed her hands in Beba-style. “Cari pasal, kau terus serang.”
“Oh.” I did?
Soon after, class resumed.
“-but for self organ, deficient response will elicit self-tolerance,” our doctor lectured. “That is to say the immune reponse is tolerant to the organ, not causing any auto-immunity.”
I smirked. “Syaimaa’, aku dah tolerant sekarang,” I half-whispered.
”Huh?”
I’m answering your previous question la. ”Aku dah tolerant.”
”Tolerant that is, for example, someone who is strong and capable and upon dealing with weaker organism, will be okay with it.” Dr. Hala continued. “ ‘Yes, I know you are a stupid idiot but I’m okay with that, won’t respond to that (provocation).’ The immune system may be tolerant to one thing, but not to another.”
Syaimaa’ smirked. I chuckled. We gave each other low high-five.
Discreetly of course; we were still in class :)
p/s: Kawan-kawan, dalam kelas kite kene fokus ye.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Naj*b is Alone
Last Saturday, Kak Syafaf gave me a pair of fishes. They had stream-lined body with glistening silver scales and orange fins and tail. One was 4.5cm while the other one was 4cm in length.
I gave them the first pair of names I could think of; Naj*b and Rosm*h.
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The first time I had fishes for pet was when I was 9 years old. We had an aquarium full with fishes which Percy and another red-eared slider nibbled on and an ikan laga sequestering in his own jar.
They spent some times with us but the goldfishes died early (Percy ate them, I always forgot to feed those hungry turtles). The ikan laga died asphyxiated because I overfed him (the whole water surface was covered in fish chow) and Percy and the other slider ran away through the drain (I left them in a bucket outside when it was raining).
And earlier when I had Yuuno dearest, Ara bought six fishes which died the very next day. Seriously, thus cementing my non-existing faith in fishes' lifespan.
Which is why I wasn't surprised to come back to the house today and see Rosm*h floating hopelessly in the jar. She died on me just after 5 days. Sigh.
I don't know; was it something I did wrong?Not enough love perhaps; we breathe on love, don't we? By the way, she started to swim in tilt from two nights ago and last night she was already doing pathetic backstrokes with Naj*b nudging her close to the surface.
Now Naj*b is alone in the jar on the study desk I am not actively using now. He is tilting, somewhat, but spend most of his time staying close to the Bahariya rocks on the floor of the jar.
Maybe I should put my toy car in his jar. Guys love cars, don't they?
p/s: I surmised her COD was asphyxia. Her coat was opaque and whitish, could it be an inflammation?
p/s2: I like to think the shorter 4cm one was a female and the longer one was a male. I have no idea on sexing fishes.
p/s3: There is an increasing number of posts about death. Tsk, insaf, insaf.
I gave them the first pair of names I could think of; Naj*b and Rosm*h.
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The first time I had fishes for pet was when I was 9 years old. We had an aquarium full with fishes which Percy and another red-eared slider nibbled on and an ikan laga sequestering in his own jar.
They spent some times with us but the goldfishes died early (Percy ate them, I always forgot to feed those hungry turtles). The ikan laga died asphyxiated because I overfed him (the whole water surface was covered in fish chow) and Percy and the other slider ran away through the drain (I left them in a bucket outside when it was raining).
And earlier when I had Yuuno dearest, Ara bought six fishes which died the very next day. Seriously, thus cementing my non-existing faith in fishes' lifespan.
Which is why I wasn't surprised to come back to the house today and see Rosm*h floating hopelessly in the jar. She died on me just after 5 days. Sigh.
I don't know; was it something I did wrong?
Now Naj*b is alone in the jar on the study desk I am not actively using now. He is tilting, somewhat, but spend most of his time staying close to the Bahariya rocks on the floor of the jar.
Maybe I should put my toy car in his jar. Guys love cars, don't they?
p/s: I surmised her COD was asphyxia. Her coat was opaque and whitish, could it be an inflammation?
p/s2: I like to think the shorter 4cm one was a female and the longer one was a male. I have no idea on sexing fishes.
p/s3: There is an increasing number of posts about death. Tsk, insaf, insaf.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Hakim is Six
Today is kiddo's birthday. His name is Muhammad Hakim.
Very much of a bully, extremely talkative masyaAllah, I'm not sure to be annoyed or amused at his brilliance. But at his kindi or with someone unfamiliar, sangat la sopan dan ayu budi pekertinya. Cis, tahu segan.
He is six. Tahniah. Angah doakan Hakim membesar menjadi anak soleh yang berbakti pada Islam, keluarga dan masyarakat.
Rajin-rajin baca buku, jangan tengok kartun banyak sangat, especially Hagemaru, you know I hate that anime.
He used to watch that bloody cartoon, Allah forbid. To annoy him, I called him Hakimaru serta Bokemaru [he had a recent trim, somewhat looked bald XD].
Haha. Okay you win, kid.
Back then, he enjoyed Digimon as well thus the boy's name was Hakemon. I was Ikkakumon haha.
Owh, I missed when he was younger. Before I departed to Egypt, he was not chubby nor was he skinny. Medium-sized, super cute and functionally pleasant as a bolster and snuggle buddy. He is annoyingly lanky nowadays, urgh imagine hugging skeleton with the ribs prodding out.
This kid is super smart. Last Ramadhan, I asked him to make me a glass of syrup but he said he didn't know how. I thus taught him that night and every night since, Hakim will dutifully present me with a glass to quench my thirst.
Oh wait, that was me super smart! Haha pembuli terhebat, I am so proud of myself.
And he always insisted me to take him to Az-Zahra public library near SRI Aman. I remembered those sweet time when we read together and went for chinese fried rice afterwards.
I was a bit strict with him (solat, be still, etc), maybe to the point of making him cry and urm, traumatizing him? Haha. Sorry Hakim, I just love you too much, is all.
I wrote a lot about Hakim, if not here then there. Knock yourself out, or just drop by at our home to congratulate our parents for a good son raised.
You guys pray for our Hakim, too :)
p/s: I celebrated his birthday too, despite the distance :) Haha corny weh.
Hi, it's Hakim with pop and mommy.
Very much of a bully, extremely talkative masyaAllah, I'm not sure to be annoyed or amused at his brilliance. But at his kindi or with someone unfamiliar, sangat la sopan dan ayu budi pekertinya. Cis, tahu segan.
He is six. Tahniah. Angah doakan Hakim membesar menjadi anak soleh yang berbakti pada Islam, keluarga dan masyarakat.
Rajin-rajin baca buku, jangan tengok kartun banyak sangat, especially Hagemaru, you know I hate that anime.
He used to watch that bloody cartoon, Allah forbid. To annoy him, I called him Hakimaru serta Bokemaru [he had a recent trim, somewhat looked bald XD].
"Hakim suka ke Angah panggil Hakimaru?"
"Tak. Hakim suke nama Hakim."
"Kenapa?"
"Sebab maksud dia pandai!"
Haha. Okay you win, kid.
Back then, he enjoyed Digimon as well thus the boy's name was Hakemon. I was Ikkakumon haha.
Nyaaaa~ Gelenya weh.
This was at Port Dickson summer 2009, kiddo just got over chickenpox.
This was at Port Dickson summer 2009, kiddo just got over chickenpox.
Owh, I missed when he was younger. Before I departed to Egypt, he was not chubby nor was he skinny. Medium-sized, super cute and functionally pleasant as a bolster and snuggle buddy. He is annoyingly lanky nowadays, urgh imagine hugging skeleton with the ribs prodding out.
With Faris, our neighbour and his kindi-mate playing with the bunny babes. Faris called me Kak Ngah, I think? Or was it Kakak?
Haha sama-sama lanky, sangat annoying.
Kids should be semi-chubby.
Haha sama-sama lanky, sangat annoying.
Kids should be semi-chubby.
This kid is super smart. Last Ramadhan, I asked him to make me a glass of syrup but he said he didn't know how. I thus taught him that night and every night since, Hakim will dutifully present me with a glass to quench my thirst.
Oh wait, that was me super smart! Haha pembuli terhebat, I am so proud of myself.
"Hakim tak puasa, Hakim berkuasa!"
I spent RM2 on him every school day during last summer.
Dah la tak pose. -__-
I spent RM2 on him every school day during last summer.
Dah la tak pose. -__-
And he always insisted me to take him to Az-Zahra public library near SRI Aman. I remembered those sweet time when we read together and went for chinese fried rice afterwards.
I was a bit strict with him (solat, be still, etc), maybe to the point of making him cry and urm, traumatizing him? Haha. Sorry Hakim, I just love you too much, is all.
I wrote a lot about Hakim, if not here then there. Knock yourself out, or just drop by at our home to congratulate our parents for a good son raised.
Aidilfitri 1430H.
You guys pray for our Hakim, too :)
p/s: I celebrated his birthday too, despite the distance :) Haha corny weh.
Tang Lemon, Pyramid's Mozzarella Chicken Macaroni and chips.
Makan 3 orang, haha diet tak hancur lagi XD
Makan 3 orang, haha diet tak hancur lagi XD
And keropok sayur, jazakillah Anah the loveliest <3
Sunday, October 10, 2010
We Met Mr. Sam
I had fun yesterday. And thank you for the memory; I shall remember it for the rest of my life. The visit was well-worth, the sarcasm was well-enjoyed and yes the lesson will be documented should I re-lost possession of my sanity in the coming future.
Thus this post.
Last night the two travelmates and I went down near El-Borg to visit Encik Shamsul (I think I'm the only one calling him that, and the reason was for the sake of skema-ness). As it was three months ago, it was much enjoyable when he started gearing into his seriously serious mode.
Beta dah dua kali kene.. (“Ape Ali/Hussein tu adik-beradik kau?”) How should I know that place was called Saidina Hussein when all the seniors have been calling it Hussein ever since I got here! Tapi salah sendiri sebab tak peka dan terlalu bergantung pada orang.
“In my defense, my book is in my bag! Takkan nak bawak keluar buku depan orang yang kita ziarah?”
LOL. “By sometimes you mean how many times?”
Haha! I was at fault, yes, and probably deserved all the snide remarks in the world. I never did appreciate people rubbing it in my face, but their concern was very much adored and appreciated :)
"Boleh la bagi zakat dekat ustaz-ustaz ni," Ustaz Faiz added with a twinkle.
But I wanna go to Europe again, haha! :P
But most of the time he was being the super jerk mengelentong orang, and I can only say, “Saya dah tak tahu yang mana satu realiti, mana satu ilusi dah.”
Together yesterday were Kak Lin the author (!) pursuing her PhD in Ottawa, the funny Kak Yi Tian (omg, we all laugh at everything!), Abang Azlan the Bank Rakyat branch manager and Ustaz Faiz of Rumah Pahang/KL who I pity for being bullied by them all.
Not. XD
I hereby hope none of the stated above ever stumble across this post :P
p/s: Mera*ap is my favourite thing to do now.
Thus this post.
Last night the two travelmates and I went down near El-Borg to visit Encik Shamsul (I think I'm the only one calling him that, and the reason was for the sake of skema-ness). As it was three months ago, it was much enjoyable when he started gearing into his seriously serious mode.
1- Be respectful of titles where it concerns; addressing the ahlul bait with their first name without the proper Saidina/Sayyidatina title will warrant a full smack up your head.
Beta dah dua kali kene.. (“Ape Ali/Hussein tu adik-beradik kau?”) How should I know that place was called Saidina Hussein when all the seniors have been calling it Hussein ever since I got here! Tapi salah sendiri sebab tak peka dan terlalu bergantung pada orang.
2- Respect the local’s culture and be optimistic; there are good everywhere if you bother to look for them.
3- Love and respect knowledge and people who embrace it. Carry books with you everywhere.
“In my defense, my book is in my bag! Takkan nak bawak keluar buku depan orang yang kita ziarah?”
4- You are a traveler, be one! Eat (the local food) a lot, talk to the people, SMILE, and be naughty sometimes.
LOL. “By sometimes you mean how many times?”
5- Be careful, yes, but don’t breed prejudice. You will be none the better especially when you go back to your country.
6- Be optimistic. Remember how those neighbours wished you “Alhamdulillah bissalamah” when you came back from Malaysia? Isn’t that better than the sniding “Hai~~” when you see the girl walking alone?
Haha! I was at fault, yes, and probably deserved all the snide remarks in the world. I never did appreciate people rubbing it in my face, but their concern was very much adored and appreciated :)
7- Be grateful of what you have, the every opportunity you were given. Say your thanks and maximize them for the better good.
"Boleh la bagi zakat dekat ustaz-ustaz ni," Ustaz Faiz added with a twinkle.
But most of the time he was being the super jerk mengelentong orang, and I can only say, “Saya dah tak tahu yang mana satu realiti, mana satu ilusi dah.”
Together yesterday were Kak Lin the author (!) pursuing her PhD in Ottawa, the funny Kak Yi Tian (omg, we all laugh at everything!), Abang Azlan the Bank Rakyat branch manager and Ustaz Faiz of Rumah Pahang/KL who I pity for being bullied by them all.
Not. XD
I hereby hope none of the stated above ever stumble across this post :P
p/s: Mera*ap is my favourite thing to do now.
Friday, October 08, 2010
Can't get back up
Let us be the analyzing freak now.
As regards to recent event, I concluded that my fluent lying was a result of undue effort of optimizing every answer I had to give. I was well-accustomed to replying “I’m okay” when in actual I was not and this brought upon the snide remarks I enjoyed from four of my bosses.
Gratefully, so far only four.
I also almost always put ‘run away’ as my first line of defense, when in the past I always stood my ground and never retreated; not once.
Running away is not favourable but it forced me to think twenty steps ahead of others. The negative side is that the problems I piled up effing breed.
Thus the dying lower back.
Yahoo said I am depressed. If I start commenting on that, it would be a fact thus I will be hopeless.
Maybe I should stop being selective with the reality I accept.
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I don’t know how to help myself. I’m ruining every effort by analyzing and choosing to do nothing about it.
As regards to recent event, I concluded that my fluent lying was a result of undue effort of optimizing every answer I had to give. I was well-accustomed to replying “I’m okay” when in actual I was not and this brought upon the snide remarks I enjoyed from four of my bosses.
Gratefully, so far only four.
I also almost always put ‘run away’ as my first line of defense, when in the past I always stood my ground and never retreated; not once.
Running away is not favourable but it forced me to think twenty steps ahead of others. The negative side is that the problems I piled up effing breed.
Thus the dying lower back.
Yahoo said I am depressed. If I start commenting on that, it would be a fact thus I will be hopeless.
Maybe I should stop being selective with the reality I accept.
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I don’t know how to help myself. I’m ruining every effort by analyzing and choosing to do nothing about it.
If you want to clam up and live with it, just do so. You know the consequences, don’t dare come running for help.
I Analyze Like A Freak
Let us be the analyzing freak now.
As regards to recent event, I concluded that my fluent lying was a result of undue effort of optimizing every answer I had to give. I was well-accustomed to replying "I'm okay" when in actual I was not and this brought upon the snide remarks I enjoyed from four of my bosses.
Gratefully, so far only four.
I also almost always put 'run away' as my first line of defense, when in the past I always stood my ground and never retreated; not once.
Running away is not favourable but it forced me to think twenty steps ahead of others. The negative side is that the problems I piled up effing breed.
Thus the dying lower back.
Yahoo said I am depressed. If I start commenting on that, it would be a fact thus I will be hopeless.
Maybe I should stop being selective with the reality I accept.
As regards to recent event, I concluded that my fluent lying was a result of undue effort of optimizing every answer I had to give. I was well-accustomed to replying "I'm okay" when in actual I was not and this brought upon the snide remarks I enjoyed from four of my bosses.
Gratefully, so far only four.
I also almost always put 'run away' as my first line of defense, when in the past I always stood my ground and never retreated; not once.
Running away is not favourable but it forced me to think twenty steps ahead of others. The negative side is that the problems I piled up effing breed.
Thus the dying lower back.
Yahoo said I am depressed. If I start commenting on that, it would be a fact thus I will be hopeless.
Maybe I should stop being selective with the reality I accept.
Monday, October 04, 2010
Meet the Health Minister
Because I have finally submitted the report for our dinner with the Ministry of Health delegates, I feel compelled to comment about the event personally. Thank you to Safwan for editing the report, you are the bestest boss.
First, the outdoor setting was lovely. I like the wind and the freedom it represented, yet the dust was a bit too much to handle. Oh well, at least you know you're in Egypt.
Second, I was so happy they let us dine prior to the lengthy hour-long speech! Reminiscing on Dato' Pa's visit earlier last semester, I was edgy all through his speech because I was hungry :P (Yeah because students are generally cheapskates.)
Third, Dato' Seri Liow spoke fluent Malay! No accent, haha can I jump in joy? (Pardon me for being so shallow.) It is a nice change from talking to Kelantanese with their perfect accent thus their reason for mocking me. (Haha maaf orang-orang kampung, this is what I call loving banter.)
And here comes my disclaimer before I comment on the minister personally. I have no idea of knowing whether what displayed was his personality as a person or it was his personality as a politician.
Whatever it was, it left me with a good impression :)
He showed sensitivity to the culture by remembering that it was the 21st Syawal and greeted us with Selamat Hari Raya. And when he made his round from table to table, he did not hold his hands out to the girls yet he was the first to shake hands with the boys firmly.
Also, he toned down his political inclination. Maybe it had to do with him being a Chinese speaking to a lawn-full of Malays, but what I can neutrally surmise was he spelled out government instead of the ruling party.
And in regards to his portfolio as the Health Minister and the presence of our very own bosses of all doctors in Malaysia, Datuk Dr. Noor Hisham, the Q&A's session was very fulfilling. We asked medical, we got answered medically. The last minister visit was a fall-out for me because I found his answers lacking the wisdom that came with knowing what you're talking about.
Let me explain. Last time, Abang Faizal asked about health tourism and medical engineering and we got a rather (read: very) bleak answer, I'd rather not discuss what the minister answered. This time, Marzuki and Amir Firdaus asked the same ques and Dato' Liow answered to my satisfaction.
Okay, I haven't been fair to Dato' Pa. Sorry Dato', but I'm a medical student thus my inclination is rationalized.
Okay, I have class in about six hours. Have nice days :)
p/s: I like to use this moment to apologize to Syafiq, Hani, Abang Hafiz, Safwan, Kak Fathy and Adilah for repetitively slacking off from the duties of the News Department. I will make amend this time around, insyaAllah, pray patience is around.
First, the outdoor setting was lovely. I like the wind and the freedom it represented, yet the dust was a bit too much to handle. Oh well, at least you know you're in Egypt.
Second, I was so happy they let us dine prior to the lengthy hour-long speech! Reminiscing on Dato' Pa's visit earlier last semester, I was edgy all through his speech because I was hungry :P (Yeah because students are generally cheapskates.)
Third, Dato' Seri Liow spoke fluent Malay! No accent, haha can I jump in joy? (Pardon me for being so shallow.) It is a nice change from talking to Kelantanese with their perfect accent thus their reason for mocking me. (Haha maaf orang-orang kampung, this is what I call loving banter.)
And here comes my disclaimer before I comment on the minister personally. I have no idea of knowing whether what displayed was his personality as a person or it was his personality as a politician.
Whatever it was, it left me with a good impression :)
He showed sensitivity to the culture by remembering that it was the 21st Syawal and greeted us with Selamat Hari Raya. And when he made his round from table to table, he did not hold his hands out to the girls yet he was the first to shake hands with the boys firmly.
Round the mulberry bush.
Also, he toned down his political inclination. Maybe it had to do with him being a Chinese speaking to a lawn-full of Malays, but what I can neutrally surmise was he spelled out government instead of the ruling party.
And in regards to his portfolio as the Health Minister and the presence of our very own bosses of all doctors in Malaysia, Datuk Dr. Noor Hisham, the Q&A's session was very fulfilling. We asked medical, we got answered medically. The last minister visit was a fall-out for me because I found his answers lacking the wisdom that came with knowing what you're talking about.
Let me explain. Last time, Abang Faizal asked about health tourism and medical engineering and we got a rather (read: very) bleak answer, I'd rather not discuss what the minister answered. This time, Marzuki and Amir Firdaus asked the same ques and Dato' Liow answered to my satisfaction.
Okay, I haven't been fair to Dato' Pa. Sorry Dato', but I'm a medical student thus my inclination is rationalized.
Okay, I have class in about six hours. Have nice days :)
p/s: I like to use this moment to apologize to Syafiq, Hani, Abang Hafiz, Safwan, Kak Fathy and Adilah for repetitively slacking off from the duties of the News Department. I will make amend this time around, insyaAllah, pray patience is around.
Friday, October 01, 2010
Signature
The other day I pranked Ruqayyah on the YM by chatting with her on another friend's ID. Apparently I sucked at imitating thus was quickly confronted with a "Ko sape ha, Nisa tak chatting camni."
"Ohye, Nisa suci. Teka la aku sape."
"Tiqah ke ni?"
Owh, Kiah is good.
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Those times in the past, I greeted people online with a salam like the rest of us. But then Ustaz Hariff Hassan came and replied me with a proper wslmwbt and this flippant girl was impressed :P
I wonder how he's doing now. Last I heard of him was him marrying a USM doctor.
And then MapleStory struck our heart hard. The online gaming community was courteous in their rush so thank you was often acronymized into ty and we reply with np, which stands for no problem.
I always get away with ty, except there's this one time when a classmate confused my ty with tanya. And there's the problem with Malays always confusing np with nape and every time I reply the common tq with an np, explanation of why that person required my favour ensued. I had to settle with noprob instead.
-____-
Thus np usage was exclusively restricted to during [long-left] gaming and chatting with Haido and the Nik Mazian sibs.
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The KL schoolmate was perplexed and the surrounding Kelantanese sniggered.
Ampunkan patik sebab merosakkan jatidiri anak Kelantan, maah banyok deh.
p/s: On a posting rampage. Ini namanya melepaskan gian.
"Ohye, Nisa suci. Teka la aku sape."
"Tiqah ke ni?"
Owh, Kiah is good.
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Those times in the past, I greeted people online with a salam like the rest of us. But then Ustaz Hariff Hassan came and replied me with a proper wslmwbt and this flippant girl was impressed :P
I wonder how he's doing now. Last I heard of him was him marrying a USM doctor.
And then MapleStory struck our heart hard. The online gaming community was courteous in their rush so thank you was often acronymized into ty and we reply with np, which stands for no problem.
I always get away with ty, except there's this one time when a classmate confused my ty with tanya. And there's the problem with Malays always confusing np with nape and every time I reply the common tq with an np, explanation of why that person required my favour ensued. I had to settle with noprob instead.
-____-
Thus np usage was exclusively restricted to during [long-left] gaming and chatting with Haido and the Nik Mazian sibs.
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"Bila awak nak gambar tu?"
"Bagi selalu pun boleh jugak."
The KL schoolmate was perplexed and the surrounding Kelantanese sniggered.
Ampunkan patik sebab merosakkan jatidiri anak Kelantan, maah banyok deh.
p/s: On a posting rampage. Ini namanya melepaskan gian.
The [Less] Known Fourth
Last two summer, we took Harith shopping at his favourite Jefferson boutique in KB Mall. He browsed through the rack of endless shirt with that pleased smile he tried to hide from his superbly observant sister while I amused myself with studying the Jefferson style that made Harith smiled.
The boutique took pride in their combination of black, white and grey plain cotton smart casual shirt with simple usage of stripe and plaid especially at the collar, cuffs and mid-axillary line. The shirt was always slim-lined, one that follow the slim contour of the average male.
Harith that day took home what costed me a good USD100. That was quite an expensive PMR prize, but all was well as long as kiddo was happy.
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He's my 16-year-old brother, this year taking up Accounting stream in SMI Aman. Mom said he was doing well, alhamdulillah for that since I seriously couldn't be of much help in that department.
In his adolescent he was quiet most of the time, choosing to subtlely let the family know what he wanted instead of the demanding route me, Yaya and Hakim took.
Growing up in Australia though, I remembered Harith as the small boy who sat on the doorstep, greeting every passing neighbour with a deep "Hel-loooo" and the crybaby who cried for his other siblings.
Because him being quiet and me ever the boisterous bossy monster, it went without saying that I had trouble getting him to see things my way. There was no common route for us, thus the reason why I took up watching football which was his passion. The infamous World Cup 2006 match marked the first time I watched a match from the opening ceremony till the moment the cup was hoisted for the heaven to see.
I still hate Italy up till now.
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There wasn't much that reminded me of the fourth of our seven siblings and maybe because of that I persisted to enjoy futsal as my favourite sport (that, and because I get to kick something for a valid reason)
and why I shamelessly went up to Faeid Othman here just few hours ago and asked, "Baju tu Jefferson, kan?"
The boutique took pride in their combination of black, white and grey plain cotton smart casual shirt with simple usage of stripe and plaid especially at the collar, cuffs and mid-axillary line. The shirt was always slim-lined, one that follow the slim contour of the average male.
The kiddo who still irks me on occasion.
Harith that day took home what costed me a good USD100. That was quite an expensive PMR prize, but all was well as long as kiddo was happy.
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He's my 16-year-old brother, this year taking up Accounting stream in SMI Aman. Mom said he was doing well, alhamdulillah for that since I seriously couldn't be of much help in that department.
In his adolescent he was quiet most of the time, choosing to subtlely let the family know what he wanted instead of the demanding route me, Yaya and Hakim took.
Growing up in Australia though, I remembered Harith as the small boy who sat on the doorstep, greeting every passing neighbour with a deep "Hel-loooo" and the crybaby who cried for his other siblings.
Because him being quiet and me ever the boisterous bossy monster, it went without saying that I had trouble getting him to see things my way. There was no common route for us, thus the reason why I took up watching football which was his passion. The infamous World Cup 2006 match marked the first time I watched a match from the opening ceremony till the moment the cup was hoisted for the heaven to see.
I still hate Italy up till now.
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There wasn't much that reminded me of the fourth of our seven siblings and maybe because of that I persisted to enjoy futsal as my favourite sport (that, and because I get to kick something for a valid reason)
PERUBATAN Medisal Cup 2010; I was a 2nd Grade student in a team of 1st Grade playing against a team of my classmates at school. My loyalty to our batch was thus rightfully questioned.
and why I shamelessly went up to Faeid Othman here just few hours ago and asked, "Baju tu Jefferson, kan?"
Thursday, September 30, 2010
86 400 seconds
Aunty Syarina and dad met me at the airport, dad pointing me out in a flash. She was wearing the white shawl I bought from Cairo. We had tea (somewhat) of roti canai telur and air batu campur.
"Eh anak sape ni?"
"Anak Iwan."
"Hah?? Bile Abang Iwan kahwin??"
Ayep was a bit friendlier than last I remembered him, yet his chubby face was still etched with that permenant scowl of a three-year-old with everyday problem of paedophilic aunty running around for a hug.
I said I would come visit Chu and Anjang in Penang before I fly back to Cairo, but Ramadhan is in few days and did I mention dad likes to keep us at arm's length during the holy month?
I am so sorry :(
Nenek made this delicious daging bakar masak lemak cili api. The gravy was thick and spicy and my God, the meat was tender and haha I'm salivating all through writing this :P
Chigu hopped away from me and stared at me from his position on the bamboo carpet near Hakim's day mattress. After a few seconds, he leapt back towards me. A pool of clear fluid laid innocently where he once was.
I woke up late and Mira already stolen the Vios. I had to drive the Innova for the first time. "Esok nak balik kampung, jangan bagi calar," Along trustfully warned me.
I came home happy with the day. Mira on the other hand, did not amuse us with the Vios coming home dented with a line of scratch from end to end.
Raja will be flying to Amsterdam this 22nd Sept, then take the train to Prague to further her studies in medicine at Czech Republic.
"Oh, lepas tu dari Prague ke Czech camne?" Confidently as usual, sipping fruit cocktail.
"Tiqah!" Tasnim and Laila laughed. "Prague tu dekat Czech la!"
I could sit here all day, smiling and laughing as Fatimah and Kak A'isyah continued their stories.
Anas came to me and politely salam-ed me. He then smirked and tightened his grip, nearly realigning my phalanges. I cursed at the agony of being petite at 20.
Drove Chik Na and Kak Yang to Tesco Tamping for provisions for mom and Rayyan's surprise birthday party.
I over my birthday gift budget by double, haha Atiqah has this curse of buying things the moment it captures her eyes. I mean heart.
Mommy was elated with the Crocodile watch.
Abang Yan sat at the table, eating Mak Ndak's mee kari while chatting with mom and Mak Teh on the family orchard.
Me and mom dropped by Kak Yah's place before reaching arwah atuk's house. They all chatted with so much familiarity though the only recollection I had of them was their house was where I had kuih batang buruk the last time I rounded up the village for duit raya collection (which was in my primary school days).
I still have families I know nought about.
I expressed my apparent displeasure at mom selling off my Budu to Abang Saleh while I was away. He laughed, stating I could take it for a spin any time I wanted.
Would have posed for a picture with Budu had Abang Ngah's little brother wasn't waiting in said car.
Angah greeted us at his gate, oh my god is that a cigarette he's holding? "Angah! Dah ada cucu dah, merokok lagi?"
"Amboi tak sempat-sempat la dia~"
Laksa mee Mak Ngah is the best! First time I had them with udang lipan, truthfully I didn't find them repulsive one bit. Alhamdulillah they were easier to eat compared to crabs.
Also had ayam pinang and ayam masak lemak that night, I am officially obese, thank you XD
Ateh had his backache when he was nearing 50. I am 20 and I remembered waking up crying once because the back effing hurts.
Sarah was playing with Kak Nora and I approached the two-year-old with a broad smile. She looked up, muttered something and hastily retreated. Kak Nora laughed. "Sarah kata 'Oh no.'"
Zara was practicing her steps. Curly-haired sparkled as she giggled and leapt into Kak Shina's arms, demanding her snack of cheese.
I told them the monthly grant JPA gave us and how living in Cairo permitted me to use only a quarter of it monthly. Kak Nora nearly choked on her lontong. "USD100 je guna? I hatechu."
Padli and Abang Hafiz went out to "bakar sate" for us, as pak long put it. They also bought strawberry marshmellow cheese cake for mom's second surprise birthday celebration.
Abang Shahrul was easy to talk to. He scanned through the photo album asking for captions of the places I went, no evidence of a Kelantanese in his accent.
We hugged and we exchanged words, me with a one-word reply. Hakim was eerily silent, huh. I was no one for words, either.
Sissy here was in tears at the automatic passport gate.
p/s: Kris Allen was dedicating that song to me, dattebayo.
Sometimes we fall down, can't get back up
We're hiding behind skin that's too tough
"Eh anak sape ni?"
"Anak Iwan."
"Hah?? Bile Abang Iwan kahwin??"
How come we don't say I love you enough
Till it's to late, it's not too late
Ayep was a bit friendlier than last I remembered him, yet his chubby face was still etched with that permenant scowl of a three-year-old with everyday problem of paedophilic aunty running around for a hug.
Farisya and Farith. Syebuk je Pakcu Rayyan! :P
Our hearts are hungry for a food that won't come
And we could make a feast from these crumbs
I said I would come visit Chu and Anjang in Penang before I fly back to Cairo, but Ramadhan is in few days and did I mention dad likes to keep us at arm's length during the holy month?
I am so sorry :(
And we're all staring down the barrel of a gun
So if your life flashed before you,
What would you wish you would've done
Nenek made this delicious daging bakar masak lemak cili api. The gravy was thick and spicy and my God, the meat was tender and haha I'm salivating all through writing this :P
Yeah, we gotta start
Looking at the hands of the time we've been given
If this is all we got and we gotta start thinking
Chigu hopped away from me and stared at me from his position on the bamboo carpet near Hakim's day mattress. After a few seconds, he leapt back towards me. A pool of clear fluid laid innocently where he once was.
Chigu.
If every second counts on a clock that's ticking
Gotta live like we're dying
I woke up late and Mira already stolen the Vios. I had to drive the Innova for the first time. "Esok nak balik kampung, jangan bagi calar," Along trustfully warned me.
I came home happy with the day. Mira on the other hand, did not amuse us with the Vios coming home dented with a line of scratch from end to end.
We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or to throw it all away
Raja will be flying to Amsterdam this 22nd Sept, then take the train to Prague to further her studies in medicine at Czech Republic.
"Oh, lepas tu dari Prague ke Czech camne?" Confidently as usual, sipping fruit cocktail.
"Tiqah!" Tasnim and Laila laughed. "Prague tu dekat Czech la!"
We gotta tell them that we love them
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we're dying
I could sit here all day, smiling and laughing as Fatimah and Kak A'isyah continued their stories.
And if your plane fell out of the skies
Who would you call with your last goodbye
Anas came to me and politely salam-ed me. He then smirked and tightened his grip, nearly realigning my phalanges. I cursed at the agony of being petite at 20.
Should be so careful who we leave out of our lives
So when we long for absolution,
There'll no one on the line
Drove Chik Na and Kak Yang to Tesco Tamping for provisions for mom and Rayyan's surprise birthday party.
Rayyan.
I over my birthday gift budget by double, haha Atiqah has this curse of buying things the moment it captures her eyes. I mean heart.
Mommy was elated with the Crocodile watch.
Yeah, we gotta start
Looking at the hands of the time we've been given
If this is all we got and we gotta start thinking
Abang Yan sat at the table, eating Mak Ndak's mee kari while chatting with mom and Mak Teh on the family orchard.
If every second counts on a clock that's ticking
Gotta live like we're dying
Me and mom dropped by Kak Yah's place before reaching arwah atuk's house. They all chatted with so much familiarity though the only recollection I had of them was their house was where I had kuih batang buruk the last time I rounded up the village for duit raya collection (which was in my primary school days).
I still have families I know nought about.
We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or to throw it all away
I expressed my apparent displeasure at mom selling off my Budu to Abang Saleh while I was away. He laughed, stating I could take it for a spin any time I wanted.
Would have posed for a picture with Budu had Abang Ngah's little brother wasn't waiting in said car.
We gotta tell them that we love them
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we're dying
Angah greeted us at his gate, oh my god is that a cigarette he's holding? "Angah! Dah ada cucu dah, merokok lagi?"
"Amboi tak sempat-sempat la dia~"
Like we're dying, oh, like we're dying..
Laksa mee Mak Ngah is the best! First time I had them with udang lipan, truthfully I didn't find them repulsive one bit. Alhamdulillah they were easier to eat compared to crabs.
Also had ayam pinang and ayam masak lemak that night, I am officially obese, thank you XD
We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or to throw it all away
Ateh had his backache when he was nearing 50. I am 20 and I remembered waking up crying once because the back effing hurts.
We gotta tell them that we love them
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we're dying
Sarah was playing with Kak Nora and I approached the two-year-old with a broad smile. She looked up, muttered something and hastily retreated. Kak Nora laughed. "Sarah kata 'Oh no.'"
You never know a good thing till it's gone
You never see a crash till it's head on
Zara was practicing her steps. Curly-haired sparkled as she giggled and leapt into Kak Shina's arms, demanding her snack of cheese.
Why do we think we're right when we're dead wrong
You never know a good thing till it's gone
I told them the monthly grant JPA gave us and how living in Cairo permitted me to use only a quarter of it monthly. Kak Nora nearly choked on her lontong. "USD100 je guna? I hatechu."
Yeah, we gotta start
Looking at the hands of the time we've been given
If this is all we got and we gotta start thinking
Padli and Abang Hafiz went out to "bakar sate" for us, as pak long put it. They also bought strawberry marshmellow cheese cake for mom's second surprise birthday celebration.
If every second counts on a clock that's ticking
Gotta live like we're dying
Abang Shahrul was easy to talk to. He scanned through the photo album asking for captions of the places I went, no evidence of a Kelantanese in his accent.
We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or to throw it all away
We gotta tell them that we love them
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we're dying
We hugged and we exchanged words, me with a one-word reply. Hakim was eerily silent, huh. I was no one for words, either.
Sissy here was in tears at the automatic passport gate.
Like we're dying, oh, like we're dying..
p/s: Kris Allen was dedicating that song to me, dattebayo.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Still Breathing
Hi, haven't updated this blog in a while now. It is kind of ironic since I usually post when my mind is in shambles, and seeing as its current state is catastrophic, I should be writing like, thrice a day? Huh.
Drafts are plentiful yet unfinished, that's a glimpse for you of what are running in my thoughts now. I sure wish I still have this knack with words, but we'll see soon.
Oh, been in Cairo for eleven days now, that should be long enough for a settle-down. Fortunately for me 2010 is a rendition of The Series of Unfortunate Events thus not everything goes as well.
I accidentally slept in twice during the course of eleven days, and the first time I dreamed of a glimpse of what I will do when I blow up, and the second was how I missed Kelana Convoy.
To cut to the chase, it means I'm in danger of running away. Faaaar away. It's a pity I don't have a partner in crime, anyone like to join me?
But not to worry, I'd still check in so you would know I'm not dead yet. I'd do that every now and then, hopefully by next post I would have something less cryptic for the public audience to read. Maybe about Chigu or Budu the car my mom sold to my cousin when I was away, we'll see.
p/s: I'm interested in the reader from Plano, Texas. Wellkommen.
Current song:
Kris Allen - Live Like We're Dying
(because that song was dedicated to me)
Current read:
Basic General Pathology
Essential Medical Microbiology and Immunology Volume I
Applied Pharmacology Part I
Current ringtone:
Jason Mraz - I'm Yours
(because the ukulele opening was both soothing and soft I could easily not answer the phone.)
Drafts are plentiful yet unfinished, that's a glimpse for you of what are running in my thoughts now. I sure wish I still have this knack with words, but we'll see soon.
Oh, been in Cairo for eleven days now, that should be long enough for a settle-down. Fortunately for me 2010 is a rendition of The Series of Unfortunate Events thus not everything goes as well.
I accidentally slept in twice during the course of eleven days, and the first time I dreamed of a glimpse of what I will do when I blow up, and the second was how I missed Kelana Convoy.
To cut to the chase, it means I'm in danger of running away. Faaaar away. It's a pity I don't have a partner in crime, anyone like to join me?
But not to worry, I'd still check in so you would know I'm not dead yet. I'd do that every now and then, hopefully by next post I would have something less cryptic for the public audience to read. Maybe about Chigu or Budu the car my mom sold to my cousin when I was away, we'll see.
p/s: I'm interested in the reader from Plano, Texas. Wellkommen.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
It Sprinkled Today
Allah, adikku ini aku kasih benar keranaMu.
Ku pohon Kau yang Maha menjaga hati,
tenangkan hatinya setenang air telaga Kauthar.
Lancarkan tuturnya selancar sungai susu jannahMu.
Kuatkan dia dengan rahmatMu.
Moga dia rasa kuat dan yakin yang hanya dengan rahmatMu
dia bisa tenang dan buat yang terbaik..
Biarkan hatinya yakin yang dia mampu lakukan
kerana dia puteri kebanggaan ayah bonda dan serikandi Islam yang didamba...
Allah, kuatkan hatinya..
Ku pohon sesungguhnya...
Ku pohon Kau yang Maha menjaga hati,
tenangkan hatinya setenang air telaga Kauthar.
Lancarkan tuturnya selancar sungai susu jannahMu.
Kuatkan dia dengan rahmatMu.
Moga dia rasa kuat dan yakin yang hanya dengan rahmatMu
dia bisa tenang dan buat yang terbaik..
Biarkan hatinya yakin yang dia mampu lakukan
kerana dia puteri kebanggaan ayah bonda dan serikandi Islam yang didamba...
Allah, kuatkan hatinya..
Ku pohon sesungguhnya...
Exhale. Owh my back hurts.
p/s: Current city has changed to Cairo, Egypt since 1700 (GMT+2, daylight saving) 18th September 2010. Current emote has since changed to catastrophic.
---This is where you leave because Atiqah is being absurd as ever, and you are sick of worrying for your own sanity.---
Let me be frank. I dreaded coming back this year to the unpleasantness awaiting me, the plague I was scared to come to face and say "Get the h*ll out of my face" since semester before.
I let this befall me. And I can't even stand up for what I want, because the consequences are too tiring, though maybe this is what He knows is good for me.
I still hate this.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Sensitivity Test
I was sitting on the floor facing the unpacked bookcase, leafing through the books I was supposed to be arranging. Suddenly, a creak was heard on my left and the roommate's longitudinal wooden bed frame previously leaning on the wall came towards me unmercilessly.
The impact was jolting. I emitted a pathetic pained cry yet remained unmoved. It came on the bone of my shoulder before slapping my head hard. It crashed on the floor yet there I was, not even rubbing the already bruising point of impact.
In fact, I was still staring at my books. It came to me that I must have been thinking something inappropriate prior to the smack and Allah was literally jolting me back to reality.
Was it any cousins I was mentally making fun of? Was it Ara I was backbiting? Was it any seniors I found disturbing? Was it any foreign entity I was thinking of? It could have been an unhealthy relationship with an all-you-can-eat Malaysian buffet or something much sinister.
I don't know. I don't know what my last thought was.
p/s: Title credited to Anah.
The impact was jolting. I emitted a pathetic pained cry yet remained unmoved. It came on the bone of my shoulder before slapping my head hard. It crashed on the floor yet there I was, not even rubbing the already bruising point of impact.
In fact, I was still staring at my books. It came to me that I must have been thinking something inappropriate prior to the smack and Allah was literally jolting me back to reality.
Was it any cousins I was mentally making fun of? Was it Ara I was backbiting? Was it any seniors I found disturbing? Was it any foreign entity I was thinking of? It could have been an unhealthy relationship with an all-you-can-eat Malaysian buffet or something much sinister.
I don't know. I don't know what my last thought was.
p/s: Title credited to Anah.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Namanya Kek 'Cis'
Sebenarnya ada tetamu penting nak datang rumah selepas solat Isya' khabarnya. Sekarang dah 9.13 malam dan satay dah terhidang, tapi takpe kami sekeluarga setia menanti. Haha gediknya struktur ayat.
Dah lama tak tulis dalam bahasa ibunda, mari tengok sejauh mana karat sudah melarat.
Hari ini saya cuba membakar kek keju mengikut resipi yang Fatimah berikan semasa saya di tingkatan 5, dengan sedikit olahan bernas daripada saya yang hebat. Tergerak hati nak buat, sebab semasa bertandang ke rumah dia, dia dengki dengan penghuni Mesir yang tidak ketandusan keju seperti di Malaysia ni. Hehe, tak bagitahu dia pun yang saya bawak balik keju dari Mesir.
Oh tetamu dah sampai, lepas ni sambung.
---
Mereka sedang makan sekarang. Papa, mama dan along layan mereka, orang pemalu macam saya cuma tolong hidangkan sahaja.
Mommy suruh siapkan teh tadi, English breakfast tea tu~ Ha, kan dah kata penting tadi, kami hari-hari minum teh Cameron Highland je.
Dan juga panaskan satay. Saya curi makan sebatang dua tapi dimarahi mommy. Mustahil untuk bekerja berdekatan makanan selazat itu tanpa tergoda, saya cuma seorang budak biasa.
Baiklah, sambung pasal kek keju tadi.
Ni kali pertama saya buat kek keju dan kali ketiga membakar kek dalam hidup ini (Pertama kek lobak raya tahun lepas, kedua kek vanilla di Mesir). 5 minit selepas mula membakar, saya terpaksa menyelamatkan kek dari bahang ketuhar kerana atasnya sudah hitam legam. Potong lapisan atas dengan berhati-hati, buang dengan perasaan penuh kesian dan sambung bakar lagi dengan suhu yang lebih rendah.
Kek keju ini kekurangan gula, kekurangan tepung dan terlebih keju! Ia juga disaluti rasa pahit-manis cip coklat. Tapaknya yang diperbuat daripada adunan marjerin dan biskut Marie kopi pula rapuh tanpa rangup.
Maka sesuai la ia dengan namanya kek cis. Cis. Saya tak nak bakar kek cis dah.
Tapi alhamdulillah, sekurang-kurangnya separuh dari sebiji kek dah lesap adik-adik telan. Ada sebiji lagi dan ada lagi adunan yang perlu dibakar, entah bila nak bakarnya Tuhan sahaja tahu.
Sebiji lebih tu, ingatkan nak bagi ke Fatimah tapi nanti buat jatuh nama keluarga je. Fatimah sangat handal memasak berbanding saya yang lebih pandai menilai kesedapan makanan.
Saling melengkapi. Patut la saya sangat sayangkan dia :)
Dah lama tak tulis dalam bahasa ibunda, mari tengok sejauh mana karat sudah melarat.
Hari ini saya cuba membakar kek keju mengikut resipi yang Fatimah berikan semasa saya di tingkatan 5, dengan sedikit olahan bernas daripada saya yang hebat. Tergerak hati nak buat, sebab semasa bertandang ke rumah dia, dia dengki dengan penghuni Mesir yang tidak ketandusan keju seperti di Malaysia ni. Hehe, tak bagitahu dia pun yang saya bawak balik keju dari Mesir.
Oh tetamu dah sampai, lepas ni sambung.
---
Mereka sedang makan sekarang. Papa, mama dan along layan mereka, orang pemalu macam saya cuma tolong hidangkan sahaja.
Mommy suruh siapkan teh tadi, English breakfast tea tu~ Ha, kan dah kata penting tadi, kami hari-hari minum teh Cameron Highland je.
Dan juga panaskan satay. Saya curi makan sebatang dua tapi dimarahi mommy. Mustahil untuk bekerja berdekatan makanan selazat itu tanpa tergoda, saya cuma seorang budak biasa.
Baiklah, sambung pasal kek keju tadi.
Ni kali pertama saya buat kek keju dan kali ketiga membakar kek dalam hidup ini (Pertama kek lobak raya tahun lepas, kedua kek vanilla di Mesir). 5 minit selepas mula membakar, saya terpaksa menyelamatkan kek dari bahang ketuhar kerana atasnya sudah hitam legam. Potong lapisan atas dengan berhati-hati, buang dengan perasaan penuh kesian dan sambung bakar lagi dengan suhu yang lebih rendah.
Kek keju ini kekurangan gula, kekurangan tepung dan terlebih keju! Ia juga disaluti rasa pahit-manis cip coklat. Tapaknya yang diperbuat daripada adunan marjerin dan biskut Marie kopi pula rapuh tanpa rangup.
Maka sesuai la ia dengan namanya kek cis. Cis. Saya tak nak bakar kek cis dah.
Tapi alhamdulillah, sekurang-kurangnya separuh dari sebiji kek dah lesap adik-adik telan. Ada sebiji lagi dan ada lagi adunan yang perlu dibakar, entah bila nak bakarnya Tuhan sahaja tahu.
Sebiji lebih tu, ingatkan nak bagi ke Fatimah tapi nanti buat jatuh nama keluarga je. Fatimah sangat handal memasak berbanding saya yang lebih pandai menilai kesedapan makanan.
Saling melengkapi. Patut la saya sangat sayangkan dia :)
Starts at My Toes
Today, 3rd Syawal, was fun. I had this delicious fried pasghetti at Taman Sari as well as securing addition to the family member, which was definitely exciting. I am somewhat inspired by the circumstances and am entertaining the idea incepted on me this morning; pray I retain my sensibility.
I know no one understands what I say, therefore I thank you for continuing reading nevertheless :)
Afterwards I smothered my craving for kuih pelita and fruit cocktail at this neighbour's house I passed by on my bike years ago. Would have eaten more, but Hakim the baby bro had other plans for my time. Mom said the sambal daging was delicious though, my loss.
Then, I had nasi lemak and learned how to differentiate high quality and love-made dodol from the generic mass-produced ones. I love my mom, she is a domestic goddess and I hope to be like her.
I have a very high standard par to pass, what with having mom and dad as parents. I have reasons to be scared for my future.
After a much needed break from the glaring sun, I had nasi dagang and tapai at the parents' friend's house in Pengkalan Chepa. Funny, I mentioned to mom that I haven't had neither since I dropped down in Malaysia before heading to PC.
Alhamdulillah, it has been a much blessed day.
---
For me, Aidil Fitr is about counting your blessings and greeting people with a renowned spirit of Allah's greatness and His never ending blessings and forgiveness. There is also the challenge of maintaining that level of ibadah you had done during the course of Ramadhan and possibly keep the spirit alive and high during the upcoming months before the next Ramadhan visits us, insyaAllah.
And being in Malaysia, of course it is about the food and saving your limbs from the evil of firecrackers while gathering as much duit raya you can to buy mom's birthday present and unit trusts for the future. And meeting people and be reminded why you like them in the first place :)
Not forgetting, there's the dying tradition of greeting cards. I received one from our vet and it somehow lit up a candle of hope for me.
Happy Eid Fitr everyone!
p/s: I have this bad habit of writing things to tell, instead of telling them while I had the chance. My bad, my bad.
Danke, Mits.
I know no one understands what I say, therefore I thank you for continuing reading nevertheless :)
Afterwards I smothered my craving for kuih pelita and fruit cocktail at this neighbour's house I passed by on my bike years ago. Would have eaten more, but Hakim the baby bro had other plans for my time. Mom said the sambal daging was delicious though, my loss.
Then, I had nasi lemak and learned how to differentiate high quality and love-made dodol from the generic mass-produced ones. I love my mom, she is a domestic goddess and I hope to be like her.
I have a very high standard par to pass, what with having mom and dad as parents. I have reasons to be scared for my future.
After a much needed break from the glaring sun, I had nasi dagang and tapai at the parents' friend's house in Pengkalan Chepa. Funny, I mentioned to mom that I haven't had neither since I dropped down in Malaysia before heading to PC.
Alhamdulillah, it has been a much blessed day.
---
For me, Aidil Fitr is about counting your blessings and greeting people with a renowned spirit of Allah's greatness and His never ending blessings and forgiveness. There is also the challenge of maintaining that level of ibadah you had done during the course of Ramadhan and possibly keep the spirit alive and high during the upcoming months before the next Ramadhan visits us, insyaAllah.
And being in Malaysia, of course it is about the food and saving your limbs from the evil of firecrackers while gathering as much duit raya you can to buy mom's birthday present and unit trusts for the future. And meeting people and be reminded why you like them in the first place :)
Not forgetting, there's the dying tradition of greeting cards. I received one from our vet and it somehow lit up a candle of hope for me.
Happy Eid Fitr everyone!
p/s: I have this bad habit of writing things to tell, instead of telling them while I had the chance. My bad, my bad.
She asked and I smiled.
She waited, "You haven't answered me."
I smiled. I f*cking smiled. Am I Sai? The hell is wrong with me?
Danke, Mits.
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