My Emotional Support Knife

The first one I walk around with hanging off my lanyard was the Victorinox Classic SD Cubic Illusion Limited Edition 2021. I got it for around RM80 as I enter my master program, living in Chow Kit. It was loyal around my neck until mid 2025, lost it in PPUM.

Expectedly the price has gone up. I couldn't being myself to spend RM120 for emotional support, so I bought a preowned Classic SD in Black for RM40 instead.

It was a heartbreaker. It was as dull as my days. It's matte, not smooth and I doubt its authenticity. But I didn't mind it since I wasn't really in need for an emotional support knife while I was in PPUM. Also I still have my good old Sportsman Multitool that has been with me since my Sabah days.

But now I'm back living in Chow Kit. My days are beduffled, needing comfort. So I sourced for another. And lucky me I found one from Japan for RM84. Mystical Morning, a muted colour to hide as it stay close hanging off my neck.

I wish one day I could bring myself to spend up to RM300 for a prettier Classic SD. The Alox Limited Edition Stone Red is so pretty (but they're 5 functions whereas the Classic SDs are standard 7).

Mood stabilising spectacles

Spek patah Khamis baru ni. Terjatuh dari poket masa tengah lari nak pergi request urgent portable CXR sebab Abang Chua desat masa tengah buat CVL. Maka harini pergi kerja tak pakai spek dan rasa pelik. I want my spec. Let me not wear it when I don't want to wear it, not because I cannot wear it.

Tengahari tadi tetiba Dr. H panggil aku dan bagi order management for patient. Kaunter ramai orang bercakap sambil-sambil tu tapi aku memang fokus dengar ape Dr. H tengah cakap pun. Nasri ada kat sebelah Dr. H dia pun kata "Atiqah dengar molek ape Dr. H cakap tu kesian dia cakap takde orang dengar."

"Saya dengar ni, dua-dua telinga saya tadah."

Dr. H said something yang macam kenakan aku tapi aku tak pickup vocab Kelantan yang dia guna while everyone was laughing at what he said. Aku pun tarik muka dan jeling dia as safe response to when someone is teasing you.

Nasri tetiba tukar topik. "Atiqah mane spek?"

Ni kali kedua Nasri address isu spek aku. One of these days I'll tell him aku dah buat LASIK.

"Spek saya patah!"

"Spek Atiqah patah masa dia tengah kejar Dr. H," Pofin membuat cerita.

"Ooh patut la nampak lain," Dr. H kata. Lol tak lojik langsung ayat.

Harini semua orang komen aku muka macam postcall sebab nampak serabut. And I did feel serabut. By 4pm aku dah membentak dengan rakan sebaya

Hanisah tengah passover. Meksu tetiba suruh dia tulis benda yang nak passover tu atas kertas.

"Kau tulis je la sendiri." Aku tetiba cakap kat Meksu.

"Bukan aku suruh kau pun," Meksu jawab balik.

"Kau menyuruh Hanisah, dia budak paling baik kot."

"Takpe tulis je tak susah," Hanisah mendamaikan keadaan.

dan menjawab dengan akak nurse.

"Doktor Black?"

"Ye. Kenapa." Tak pandang pun sebab tengah buat discharge.

"Patient temperature dah 38.1 dan still tachy-"

"Patient mane?" Suara keras malas layan. "Black ramai patient."

"Woah gedebe Atiqah." Afiq mencelah.

Kak nurse buat tak perasan aku tak jawab dengan sopan. "Patient mane lagi tengah blood transfusion, patient-"

"Ah bed 14."

Aku rasa spek aku berfungsi sebagai mood stabiliser.

Of tikar and pride

My eldest brother served two years plus in Sibu, Sarawak. He has only recently been transferred back to our hometown and whenever he introduced himself, he'd tell them he was just "transferred back from Sarawak."

That day in the car as he told me that, he said with a grin he was proud to have served in Sarawak. A place across the sea away from our hometown, the other side of Malaysia most peninsular people dread to go for duty. But duty is duty, and our fellow citizens are not just people in our own family.

Another way he showcased his pride is his support to the local business. Since he went there, he has been a regular supplier of Sarawak layered cake for our household use. He also bought two tikar since to decorate our living spaces; the first was an unoriginal production made by Indonesians and the second an original, six times more expensive and worth every cent of it, fine tikar rotan made by the Ibans. Nowadays they don't commercialise and produce only for family use. Bro bought it through his Iban friend.

For the record bro is married from before he was stationed in Sarawak. He is the eldest of us seven critters and he married our sister-in-law who is also the eldest in her family.

Cheapskate sometimes but you should see the money I spend when I do splurge.

I had this tee I really like because it's cotton and white-bluish. It can pair up with any coloured tudung, jeans or slacks. Throw in a blazer and I'm ready to present in it. I bought it at Tesco Semenyih for RM10.

It was  a bit short though so I had Ara sew in extension and I wore it happily. But Umair complained.

"Ayah kau konsultan tapi anak dia pakai baju bertampal, compang-camping!"

Every. Single. Time. I wear it, she would complain. It got to a point where she told me to pose for a picture to report to my mom about the distasteful tee.

My mom is strict about stuffs like this. I once own this Turkish tudung handed down from my aunt and I wore it all the time throughout high school until first year of medicine. Nearly 75% of the pictures of me will have me in that tudung. I liked that one better than any of the tudungs I owned.

And you know what my mom did when she got her hands on it? She burned it.
-_-

So I stopped Umair from reporting me to my mom fearing she might start sending clothes to me. I like her taste but most of the clothes she give me will be ones I need to iron. I rather sleep in than iron. And I don't wear that tee anymore. It was getting too worn out anyway.

Today Ayad asked me when did I change my spec. I told him it was some time after Ramadan.

"Oh, buat dekat Malaysia la kiranya," he said.

"Nope, beli tepi jalan harga LE20."

"Kau serius?" Dude why would I lie. "Elok ke benda tu?"

"Aku pakai elok je."

Of course I didn't tell him I wear it lenseless. It would be a long discussion if I tell people my vision is near perfect yet still wear a spec.

And his reply was "Kau anak doktor kot -.-" Tapi kalau ayah kau pun rilek je, so ok la kot. Agaknye.."

Damn. Leave my dad out of this!

20-4-10

Papa ajar camne nak plan pinjaman untuk beli kereta.

"Rule twenty-four-ten. Deposit 20%, loan untuk max 4 tahun, potong dari gaji bulanan 10%.

Kalau amik loan lama-lama, memang la bulanan nampak sikit. Tapi jumlah accumulate dia lagi banyak."

Saya tak kesah pakai kereta apa. Tapi kalau ada kereta, might as well get one yang acceleration dia pantas dan minyak dia reasonable for milage. Dan service center dia easily accessible from where I am.

Ikutkan hati, I want a black Chevy Impala, haha. But my favourite car so far is Toyota Harrier. Nampak sangat perkasa :>

Unthiqohness

This post is a blown-up crack and is not supposed to make sense and in no way reflect my current mental state. Which is mental. Hahaha, get it?? Get it?? I am Joker's freaking lovechild!

This semester my image is set on "punk band-loving girl who smiles at some and ignores others and runs around the hospital in hyper mode". Don't prod me further, I'm not exactly sure what I'm trying to prove. Maybe all the wedding and spawning season has affected me in reverse.

Everything quoted has already been kick-started and I wish myself luck in maintaining this level of hyperness all through graduation. However, since I left my best loved R.E.M. tee among others back home in Malaysia, the "punk" part is pretty much short on resource.

Thus I present to you my current project: Patch the Hoodie Project.

My project this time is to iron-on patch my plain Barney-purple Giordano hoodie which I bought last minute at KLIA satellite terminal. Because everyone needs a statement sweater if not a statement bag and said plain sweater needs to be blinged up anyway.

I have envisioned a Malaysian flag to be patched on my left arm and below it, across the back and towards the right arm will be haphazardly patched with Laruku tour logo. Since one needs a statement sweater, it better be showcasing the greatest band on earth.

Winter is soon arriving so paradoxically speaking, we need to prepare for it with a bang!

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Earlier today I was heartbroken by an email that made me want to never email people with questions ever and that I am better off doing research on my own. Coupled with the chill that was making me feeling under the weather, I ended up curling in self-pity and skipping the 7am Gynaecology lecture and the 8am ward round.

My intended remedy for heartbreak was buying chocolate biscuit sticks and sucking on endless Chixo before heading for my 9am clinical lecture and vowed never to be seen without some sort of chocolate hanging from my mouth all day.

Chixo is good-old-times in a plastic sheath.  

But it was 8.45 by the time I left my house and I'd be damned if I let any heartbreak make me late for class. So yeah, no chocolate for me.

I feel sorry for myself. Everyone deserves chocolate at their lowest point but I hadn't even the time to buy myself one.

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In another news, my bat-shit crazy mode apparently is not inclined to give me a break anytime sooner. It gets worse with the resurrection of the need for retail therapy.

Lucky Lucky Lucky Lucky Lucky Lucky

Rory Beca's Lace Blazer now 50% at $71.50!!! MBMJ travel wallet sleeve has 30% off and now at $97!

I will check myself into an asylum. THE END. FOR NOW.

Kevin

I have this white teddy bear with Christmas motif on his jumpsuit that my late Grandpa Jamil gave to me when I was two years old. The motif is faded now, but teddy is in a good condition considering he is nearing 20 years old now.

Meet Kevin.

Originally he was at home among other teddies. But when I came back home during 2011 evacuation, I noticed several scissor marks on him which wasn't there the last time I saw him. This one is too sentimentally valuable and I could not risk Maru's budding chopping-heads-off-toys stage. Aghast, I packed him in my luggage for Cairo.

And that was how he ended up with me.

I never named him. Simply address him as "teddy bear Hana yang atuk bagi" all this time but when I showed him to Umair, she took it upon herself to name him Tahir.

Tahir.

There is no way I'm letting that name stuck. I blurted out the first name I can think of and now he is named Kevin.

Kevin content despite bullied by me, such a doll.

Kevin waving at the camera as he makes friend with Roy the Roommate's many bears.

For a 21 years old, I think it is too girlish to have a childhood teddy bear laying around so I wanted to pierce his left ear to make him appear more gangsterish, manly and macho. I consulted a few people whether one-eared piercing is permissible in Islam and apparently it is not, as it resembled people denounced by Islam.

So his left ear is saved and I went back to Malaysia that summer to get both my ears pierced instead. 

Kevin and his Anakku floppy-eared pink bunny hat, bought at UBM booth for LE5.

Kevin after a fitful night of sleeping through the summer heat.

Kevin doesn't have a last name, nor any namesake. Despite naming him on the spur, I really couldn't recall any Kevin worthy to be immortalized in the form of my beloved bear.

But I kinda saw Kevin Durant ever since that OKC Thunder game against Dallas Mavs when he finished the game with an impressive Mitsui Approved 3-pointer™ :P 

CTE

I am not the gentlest of owner and there are multiple scratches and bumps on this poor phone of mine from being dropped to the hard ground too many times. Recently it has developed this habit of getting back at me by going inactive just like that. I leave it alone anywhere without stimulus and suddenly without any notice, it will go inactive like this.

And I will not know any better until I feel like checking up on it maybe at the end of the day and realize it is inactive and wouldn't know since when! It is worst than having the battery dead. From the history, the provisional diagnosis of my phone is chronic traumatic encephalopathy.

Cursing is frowned upon. Nothing bad should be coming out of your mouth and you should be istighfar-ing instead. But when this happens again today and lands me in deep sheet trouble, I am dedicating all the bad words in the world to this effing phone of mine. 

Stupid. Junk.

Shopping is A Domestic Skill All Ladies Should Perfect

My travel mates really love shopping.

Being in Spain where Zara originated, high-branded outlets on sale at every turn of the head, and our accommodations being just next to MANGO, H&M, Bershka, Blanco, Sfera among others, you guess where they start running to once the leash was off. We went to six cities altogether and at all six cities, there was always time allocated for shopping!

I usually spend my time during that free moment in our self-tailored itinerary by walking through maze of alleys, staring at the blue sky, saying hi to older people and dogs and the occasional poking my head through cafes. My motto was pass through, take pictures, have fun. I had no intention of buying beautiful Bershka leather jacket for €30 or Stradivarius handbags for €10 each. (ayat penyedap hati, lol)

But then I went inside Pull&Bear and saw that their t-shirts started from as cheap as €2 and their bootcut denims started from €4. Went inside Zara and saw the perfect blouse and matching cardigan for mom..

I picked them all up and walked to the counter. Now I understood what took the girls by storm.

Mama, I had bought Raya shirts for the family. You can relocate papa's budget for my keropok Masjid Aman charity drive.

My hunt for a backpack brought me to El Corte Ingles and there was my baby waiting for me on the rack. A Deuter ACT Lite 35+10 in cranberry fire colour tagged €80. Two years ago I bought for Along a £60 lime green Futura and comparing it to this €80 new best friend of mine, I'd be a fool if I didn't buy it then!

Of course, a bigger fool if I didn't use it. Now I own an excellent hiking/trekking backpack. I have more than a valid reason to scale Switzerland again.

After we missed our bus to Cordoba and had to fork out €55 each for the next train ticket and then this Operation Bring The Deuter Home, I had to cut some of the money allocated for souvenirs, haha. I think I bought the less but was the most broke among us seven. Loser.

"After this, the seven of them will not be seen in City Stars, Costa nor even Justa."
Umair anak Sir Man

City Stars is a megamall shopping complex in Madinat Nasr, Cairo and it is way bigger than MidValley in Malaysia. A one-way taxi from my place cost at least LE20. Costa is the coffee joint we frequented and I like best their latte frap around LE20 (boring yeah, but I like. Shut up.) Justa on the other hand, is the cafeteria at our college where zombie-in-the-morning person like me go for brunch. Their cup of latte is LE3 and a beef burger with egg is LE5.50.

But then the next day I arrived in Egypt, us housemates went out for a reunion dinner at Kiwi.. So much for being tight on the budget, huhu.

Bunny Dump

Finally got a truck for Kevin.

It is made from plastic with a rope attached to a ring for ease of dragging it around. Actually it's a beach toy set and comes with a mini watering can (hardly the size of my palm), a mini shovel and a mini rake (double as a back-scratcher).


Nice colour, right? The pastel combination is soothing with a childish hint. I especially like the pink that gives this typical boy's toy a girlish touch.

Tesco sells them for a rounded RM13. My younger siblings played dirt with it and I had them wash it with soap and water before bringing it back to the house.

Since Kevin is in Egypt, the first passenger is the new baby bunny.



Note that this is a dump truck so dumping the baby bunny off is fated. I'm sure he doesn't mind.


Edited 8th September 2011:

We went to Tesco the other day and I saw a kid maybe 4 years old or something standing in the cart pushed by his father. There's the exact same truck laying on his feet.

I am such a trend-setter ;p

Instant Two Inches

This is a case of love at first sight after second thoughts.

I love boots, it does nothing but screams badass. But I admit it's impossible to find a Blundstone boots in Malaysia even when you scrounge the nooks of Suria KLCC and MidValley. So the next best thing is an ankle booties, if it's not a bit too on the feminine side.

Found one while wondering in iSetan. Armadillo Pleaded Leather Bootie by Bonia with the softest lining! I would have preferred a chunky heel so it wouldn't interfere with running but at 50% off, I'd say it was more than a bargain.

Sample picture

Mine is not a Christian Louboutin so it doesn't have the signature red sole. And cut off maybe half an inch from the heels? Yeah, perfect.

Proud

Do you know the proudest person on earth? I don't for fact, but tonight during the Medicophilic Month 2011 closing ceremony, I can relate to him no matter who he is.

1) Umairah, Muhammad and Ellya won the debate!

I like it that Sarah was in this picture along with the guys, she represented the tuan-rumah-kami-tumpang-kasih-sayang-dan-makanan-semasa-brainstorm hihi ♥

*penguin dance*

2) The Top 3 finalists for Public Speaking and Farhan of 1st Year Al-Azhar winning the crown are exactly as I expected.

Syaimaa' (1st runner-up), Ahmad (2nd runner-up), Paan (MeM Director),
Baem (Timb. Presiden I PERUBATAN), Farhan (champion!)

I met him post ceremony and he agreed to do an email interview for PO. I know what I want to bomb him with and I like it when I can put personal inclination in our association's official site, it gives me a feeling of pseudo-greatness ;)

Check out the finished interview! :D

3) I see light in videography.

When you have an engaging plot, good use of camera angle, a great sense of What's Hot and imbue all that smoothly, you will make a fan of story-telling (especially yours truly) all ears and perked up.

That, in my measly opinion, are the main factors for my affinity to HA Production and Koshary Production's piece.

And to see that the Audiovisual Department is practically glowing with their After Effect proficiency, I can't help but feel challenged to improve myself and the team ♥

Let me bask in this proud feeling tonight, let me sleep happy.

Killer Black Platform Stiletto

Three main ways to control pain in patient requiring opioid analgesic:

1- Pro re nata (as needed)
where drug is administered when the patient complains of worsening / recurrent pain.

2- Fixed-dose schedule
where drug is administered at specified times regardless the patient is in pain or not.

3- Continuous IV infusion / Patient Controlled Analgesia (PCA)
where drug is administered continuously by the patient in pain for his own relief.

Our doctor said the third option is currently the best, where in advanced country they use a PCA infusion pump that will administer morphine for example, intravenously.

The second option is what is currently used in the absence of a PCA device.

She raised the issue of addiction to morphine when the patient himself is able to administer his own drug, "but you couldn't deny his right to be pain-free. There is no addiction when the patient is in pain. Once the pain is gone and the patient grew addicted, it is the doctor's job to treat the addiction." Or so was her words.

Which lead me to House and his Vicodin addiction, as they said. How can you say he is an addict when he is in pain and in need of the drug? He walks with a cane (a very cool one with hot flames, btw) and goes all grumpy and aggressively misanthropic when he had that bet with Cuddy to be drug-free for a day.

But it is a matter of pain management, is it not?

Patients have the right to be pain-free and they could sue the doctor when inflicted with avoidable circumstances. But when it comes to developing addiction, I think this goes somewhat weird with the doctor's oath of 'Do no harm' but maybe I should ask you, him, anyone and search up PubMed or my Psychology books but right now I need to get back on Pharma.

p/s: Our Pharma doctor had the most dashing shoes ever!


You know how your choice of shoes says a lot about you, and hers just screamed crazy awesome! And she actually walked in it! I was so amazed I stared at her feet for the first two-minute of lecture haha.

What Happened to Kyros Kebab?

Had a headache while choosing which book to buy, I even had to call my sister in Shah Alam for help. The shop assistant wasn't much of a help except when she confirmed my nagging suspicion that there's no book on j******ism here, sigh.

I would have turned to random people passing in between the bookshelves for suggestions, but most of them were tweens hogging the Teenage Fiction sections behind me overfilling with Vampire Diaries, belch. Wished I had any wise man with me then.

So that's when I called my dad, haha.

Spending the afternoon at the local Popular wasn't as fun as expected. I wish for a bigger bookstore, possibly as tall-storey as the Waterstones in Piccadilly Circus, London.

I then squatted in front of the seemingly un-updated Magazine section, looking for a copy of Newsweek and Times, impervious to the man standing on my right nor the lady passing behind me on her nice heels, talking on the phone that she "will just fall asleep if I come home now." (owh eavesdropping!)

The danger of Magazine section, apart from covers of overexposed pretty ladies is my old flame Kreko. It was evil, RM6.00 for four copies of April 2010 edition. Insanely cheap and I see Soul Eater in one of its cover.

Hands itching for it... they're calling for me!

Today's haul includes a copy of Robert Mayer, two of Charles Dickens (Great Expectations and A Tale of Two Cities) and a scientific calculator for my brother. The mag? It was a disappointment, the latest issue they have was dated 31st January 2011.

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There's a beautiful Sembonia leather brown hand/slingbag with 50% off. Simple and just a touch of embellishment, elegant enough for a formal attire and casual enough for a take while running. And classy with no risk on the age.

I nearly flashed out the card bought it before I called my mom and she said not to buy anything on the spur of the moments.

Well I bought my Nike running shoes (from running away from deemed problems to running out of the country haha) on the spur yet here I am, proud to wear it regardless of what dress code I'm in. I have great taste, I know haha.

I'll come back for it, pray it's still there.

p/s: Apparently Kyros Kebab KB Mall outlet was replaced by Admiral England. And as I am writing this, I remembered last summer I refused to dine there because of the abundance of kebabs in Egypt, yet here I was looking for it, haha.

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.

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?"

Yea or Nay

This card is gold. It has a shell etched upon its upper left corner and a bird flew in one corner. Plenty a number was printed upon it and then there was my name.

I stared and sighed.

I would rather it showed what was known of me, instead of forcing upon the length of my full name into a 19-lettered space. I am grateful nevertheless.

Travelling shall be easy from now, and with this thin power of consumerism comes responsibilities and a judge for my financial sensibility.

I am thus torn between basking in the smugness of my adulthood and discreetly hiding the thin gold card away.

Some call it manipulative...

... I call it charismatic.

The other day I saw Oli Pettigrew learning to play Jason Mraz's I'm Yours on the ukulele in 20 minutes and I was star-strucked.

Afterwards I downloaded the song and looked up Ukulele Movement. I even found out the mahogany ukulele Oli had was around SGD400 and I actually considered ordering it online.

Yes, I'm taking up ukulele one day.

No, this isn't Oli and his ukulele.

Post to reading McCourt memoir, I had an interest in the name Ollie. Having been amused by Sir Awesome's witty remarks, the interest has now bloomed into a full-blowned crush.

I'm naming my future pet Ollie.

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It goes to show how big the impact of media on our judgement and consequently our daily life. How manipulative that thin box on the wall can be. And yes, that sinfully taunting external harddisk everyone seems to be owning nowadays.

Choose your input wisely, take care of your iman and don't waste time.

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On a side note, we're heading to Beruas after the Friday prayer.

Why I Wear Crocs

What do you know, Crocs is actually one of the most hideous shoes ever in creation. And wearing them around counts you as an arrogant self-centered person who thinks she's beautiful enough with the rest of her outfit to overcompensate the hideousness of her footwear.

I think those critics think too much, and no that's not what I think of my humble self. Though I couldn't agree more with the arrogant self-centered part. Maybe I should tone it down?

I just wanna vouch for Crocs practicality and comfiness (I originally bought my LE300 ones for medical reason). And mine is seriously cool, check this out for yourself!

That, and the fact I couldn't find any Blundstone boots around.

I used to have them when I was six and scamping about Australia, but obviously at 20 I would have outgrown it.

We're gonna go wardrobe hunting soon.

p/s: Apparently, location does not hinder your sleep issues.

Duulab: Case Closed.

Dah beli almari. Akhirnya.

Terasa nak buat kenduri kesyukuran pulak.

Pergi selepas Isya' beberapa hari lepas. Bersama Nisa dan seketul mushrif yang lucu.

Maka, tamatlah chapter almari di dalam kehidupan saya di Mesir ini.

*smiles* We're going to have an amazing 6-years-and-a-half together, aren't we?

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Okay, I admit I am skema. Like one of my colleagues said, "Skemarama."

I can't get anything done without laying them all on the table. It's hopeless.

I've just printed an hourly sheet of my week, with tiny columns to jot down what I'm planning on doing.

And I'm doing the same for my complex monetary issue.

Let's not go there. Not really keen on doing so.

Btw, we had our batch meeting yesternight. They elected me as next-year's AJK Perumahan batch.

Pergh.

Let's see where this leads us. I can't think forward when I'm stuck by simple present issues.

I'll get there, someway.

Once I write down my weekly timetable. Argh, my skema-ness is killing!

To help me feel better, a senior told me, "Skema itu tangga kejayaan." with such smiles I was automatically motivated and continued reading that blasted English textbook.

Like, no one really read that book, right? I'm just doing it out of respect for ilmu and of course, my skema-ness.

I'm sure the world will prosper with more people like me.

Duulab: The End

Tak senang duduk.

Terasa nak balik. Tapi kalau balik, apa yang boleh saya buat?

Tidak mahu bermadah panjang dan membuang lebih banyak masa. Teruskan hidup, budak.

Tadi, tiga kali berulang alik ke pasar Sayyeda Zainab untuk membeli almari bersama Radhi dan Lin.

Terasa selesa dapat keluar. Bukan selalu ada alasan untuk keluar.

Walaupun saya mengharapkan yang terbaik untuk diri saya, saya masih dapat menjangkakan bahawa keluar hari ini tidak akan membawa sebarang hasil.

Selain daripada kaki seluar saya kotor tempias lopak air di pasar, saya pulang ke rumah dengan tangan kosong.

Sedangkan mereka berdua sudah pun bertemu jodoh dengan almari yang diidami.

Fuh.

Dah hampir empat bulan bertapak di Imarah 11. Sedangkan beg kargo jiran-jiran sudah mula mengumpul debu Sahara di bawah katil, saya punya masih lagi berfungsi sebagai tempat menghumban [maksud saya, lipat dan letak elok-elok] pakaian.

Saya dan Cik Duulab memang tiada jodoh, kan?

Rasanya, semua orang dah ada almari. Maka saya kehabisan idea untuk mengajak siapa untuk diajak teman untuk membeli almari.

Saya bukanlah jenis yang pandai membeli-belah benda-benda besar bersendirian. Berteman sudah pasti diperlukan agar saya tidak menyesal dengan pembelian.

Hah. Apa dah jadi, ni?

Terasa diri semakin hopeless.

Terasa diri semakin merosot.