Nihil sine Deo

I was going to do this a little fancier but I realised I have lost my mojo. So let's do this the casual style.

I'm having my job interview the day after tomorrow. It's just a formality, the fact that the medical council had issued my temporary licence and that I have an interview waiting means my job as a house officer is guaranteed.

I'm not worried about work. It's an entity of difficulties that must be faced when the time comes. You know how I always need a protocol for every occasion right? And I do, sort of, for the coming phase of my life. At the very least I have my support system ready and all I need now is my wardrobe.

Except I haven't figure out yet how to properly deal with the people I don't like. Though I decided to have no contact whatsoever, Allah has another plan for me. Perhaps He wants me to work on this. I guess I have to now that He presented me with this.

So here's to Haru not losing her temper at unreliable colleagues.

P/s: I'm watching Zero Hour as we speak. The title means "Nothing without God".

Ten minutes that gave me stiff shoulder

There are few noted events I should write about:

(1) met beloved doctors before I got on the plane for my extended stay in Malaysia (some people might call it my last day in Egypt, but I disagree.)
(2) taujihat from Dr. Shen
(3) second trip to Singapore
(4) daurah mustawa
(5) daurah BFG
(6) daurah Pre HO

Right now I have some things I should do including:
(1) our batch graduation book
(2) syllabus to study for SPA interview this 30th. Haha. It's skema because Pazlin is the PIC for our trip and that's what she asked of me. Deadline is tomorrow... I haven't started on it yet hahaha. Blame Number 1.
(3) lecture notes for junior
(4) unpack three cargo boxes... Oh for the life of me.

It seems little but it's actually a lot. I'm helping Syahdu as his deputy editor-in-chief and among others was sorting out the biodata. My friends' life principles amused me very much. I like that it showed their personality. For example we have Abu who wrote "do less, achieve more" in the respected way of an aloof genius.

Whenever I use the computer or laptop of any sort, I'm bound to get a stiff right shoulder. It sets after 10-15 minutes or so and I haven't figure out what was wrong about my posture. Mom blamed my posture but I blame genetics. Dad has the same stiff shoulder.

And the annoying thing is that it doesn't stop there. It goes to my right occiput and gives me cervicogenic headache.

I still should email Dr. Hussein. I miss him a lot. And Dr. Shen.

In which Haru is a well-behaved kid who greets her elderlies

The other day I randomly messaged Beffy with a "Beffy!" and it took him a while to reply "ni sape ek" to which I realise I forgot to introduce my Msia number. Like every good kid I apologised and told him it was me.

It took him a week or so to reply he was sorry for being late and that he was very busy. Ah yeah, aren't they all. And he asked me when I got back.

I retorted it had been a month! Anyway such obliviousness sort of made me regret introducing myself instead of using that opportunity to play a different character. Like being a random handsome dude stalking him.

Though he might not think it's funny and disown me. Beffy makes the best nasi karot. If he disowns me I won't be able to eat the best nasi karot again.

So today I messaged Kak Junaidah a bit and left a "hijack!" on Jack's PM.

My theory is correct. I can never sleep properly when at home.

I should write this while I still remember. We are related by relation, not by blood. This is how:

My late paternal grandpa's eldest brother Atuk Long married Nek Long who is Uncle Razali's mom's younger sister. Uncle Razali calls dad's Mak Long as Mak Ngah.

So Uncle Razali and dad are cousins by relation. Uncle Razali's kids, nieces and nephews are my second cousins by relation.

To always have faith that what is yours will be yours

When I was in Singapore, Uncle Razali congratulated me on graduating before going slightly mellow and said that they were scared for me.

It hit me that my posts of announcing that exam was tomorrow and asking for prayers may have came across as.. worrisome. I hope not to ever act so again.

I know that everything for me has been written in my fate and I have faith Allah will never abandon nor hold me in vain. I hope to portray and live my life as optimistic as possible, with all the faith in Him, and to always be happy with Allah from the very start.

And I hope He be happy with me. Ameen.

Haru's Blacklist

People kept confusing me for a kid and I blame my youthful appearance for that. I'm not a fashionista and I don't know how to wear makeups. And sometimes I run and jump around and be the boisterous kid.

But I know when to be adult-like responsible and reliable. I know when to be my lazy-ass self and when to step up forward; though sometimes I just don't care. I know how to take care of myself and others proven by all these years. I understand things pretty fast and I analyse things well. My parents trust me to go most places alone and they even give a credit card that they pay for and more cash than I ask for because they trust me with my financial.

So yes. You may mistake me for a 15 years old but I'm actually 25 this year. And I have a medical licence.

I apologise if this comes across as a bragging post, but I'm coming to my point. My biggest flaw is that I have a short temper. I lose patience with most people easily. People who have the fatal combo of slow-wit and arrogance. People who have no respect for others. People who don't think and expect explanation on a silver platter. Basically adults who perform poorly.

They bore me and I lose my temper. Unless I deem them worthy of my insight on why I think they're annoying and thus a candidate for change, I ignore them and walk away. They do not deserve my time.

This is why I prefer to go alone or a maximum of three. And yes, I have a blacklist of people I do not want to associate myself with.