Note Passing in Exams

Here in our medical faculty’s examination hall, your seat is not yours. The name and ID number on the table is not of yours alone, but of at most 5 others you may or may not ever meet. It is the Grand Exam Hall after all.

For ease of reference, let me call my seat mine. It is located on the first floor, middle of the hall and backed to the wall with an outside view of the top of Biochemistry/Physiology Department, green trees and blue skies. It is just a little off from being under the fan but I’m not complaining; I rather enjoy the view that came with it ;)

Last time I checked, which was a few hours ago during our Pharmacology 1 written exam, it has two names on it (before this there were three); one mine and another one is this something guy from fifth grade.

The table was dusty, as expected. What I didn’t expect was someone scrawling on the corner of my name tag in blue pen. Written in a typical Arab handwriting (they have this distinguished swirly penmanship different from scrawny Malaysians’) was a circled number ‘7’ and the sentence ‘F*** u’.

No, it wasn't originally censored.

I swear I did nothing to warrant a free f*** from anyone, least of them someone I didn’t even know existed. I am neat, decent enough to not scribble on the table (the others weren’t!) and not strong enough to dent the metal frame of the table despite my boisterous nature. It was improbable to piss someone by rotationally sharing a seat, right? So the logical reasoning I could come up with was that this guy was pissed with the 7th question on his paper.

He still shouldn’t vandalize my name tag though.

So while waiting for answers to come and a little bored midway through the allocated time, I scratched out his cursing with my blue pen and noted lazily beside it:

Allah will help u
Can u please not curse?!

Note-passing, how cool. It’s primary school all over.

Day 6 – A photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet.

This is a stray lurking around my current neighbourhood. A female at that, three months ago it gave birth to three healthy black kittens. I haven’t seen her much nowadays thanks to not staying at my place for the past two months.

From her coat, I like to assume that she’s of the Russian Blue breed. They have short-haired blue-gray coat which with care, will reflect a silvery gray. And they are among the intelligent breed, loyal to their human and can relate to their emotions; if my readings have been correct.

That time when I saw her with her litter, I had a good mind to snuck one of them for my own keep, but their black coat cemented the fact that they were not pure Russian Blue. I’d like a pure one, just for sentimental value.

Pets are as great of a commitment as commiting yourself to another human. You can’t just love it and get rid of it when the pet threw a tantrum or you got bored. As Marilyn Monroe said, “If you can’t handle me at my worst, you don’t deserve me at my best.” I believe that applies to pets as well.

Patience and compassion are a must no matter what kind of commitment you are dealing with. May Allah grant us sincerity to ease us in our life journey.

Most Prized Possession

"A fine lady doesn't leave anywhere, anywhere you hear me, without taking her most prized possession with her!"

"Her wits?"

"No forehead-girl, her purse!"

"... You got to be kidding with me." 

"No you idiot, a purse is woman's greatest help all the time. In it can be something that will save your day when you least expect it."

I'll go with 'her wits' anytime though. 

Ignore Her After Ibnu Hamido

Scenes after 1kg of grilled ribs, 1kg of grilled steak and a whole grilled chicken shared between 8 girls.

Scene #1

"Pait aku ngantuk..."

"Jom kita tidur!"

"Korang jangan study, nanti kesian aku nak kejar korang. Korang jangan study."

"Atiqah cepat la tidur, nak study ni."

*meraung*


Scene #2

"Umair jangan bagi aku makan seminggu. Aku dah tak boleh makan seminggu dah. Aku boleh minum air kosong je. Dan jus mangga."

"Mana boleh nanti kau mati la."

"Tak, aku tak kan. Aku makan pil kalsium dan pil Barakah!"

*Umair berlalu meninggalkan si perengek itu bergulingan di atas karpet.*

Somewhere Only We Know

The cafe is a single-storey bungalow set in the middle of a lush garden. It has a big window behind the counter where the owner, a young lady in apron smiling her straight line of cuteness, will prepare soup of the day housed in this smart white bowl with handles. There is also a huge sliding door that opens into the garden and you can expect the place to be very well lit by sunshine.

The flooring is oak and the wall is exquisite brick with rows of rack displaying kitchen amnesties.

The garden is heavenly in itself. Tall columns of tree set towering over the cafe and you can make out the mischievous monkeys eating fruits off the tree. Some stand on the pillars of the gate, keeping a watchful eye on the customers. Ferns as tall as men keep the surrounding lush with an air of serenity.

There is a big pond with lilies flowering pink and two or three crocodiles peeking from under the water, pretending to be logs but who are they fooling?

It is a peaceful place to be.

12 Hours

is half of a day. You can accomplish a lot in that duration, probably covering all the syllabus of your Microbiology curriculum.

So when you managed only 12 pages, you can safely declare yourself as an arthritic snail.

Practicing Hallucinations

Lectures post-revolution are riddled with puns of the revolution itself. I guess you can say it is in the act of pride of the Egyptians.

Also and I believe I have stated before, studying for Pathology jars is basically practicing hallucinations.

If you are pure-hearted, you will see that this lesion is yellow. If you are sinned, cunning and whatever, you'll see it as grayish black.

'But what if I see it black?' one of you might ask. Well, you're in hell already, then.

But seriously, in the exam you have to write it as yellow. Maybe 1300 years ago it was yellow but after the formalin, old age and revolution, it changes colour.

Jar coded U27-1, diagnosed as renal tuberculosis
Dr. Ehab Refaat
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I hate Alzheimer's

I hate that you're going to forget the people you love the most. I hate that you're going to forget the very meaning of life, forget why you even exist. I hate that it's killing you.


I hate that I can't do anything about it.

"Now that we're here, we might as well make this real."

Lazy

I was told that I'm the laziest medical student around, up to the point that "if you work just a little bit harder, you'll get excellence for sure."

This is of no surprise, I'm acquainted with this fact since I was in primary secondary school. My parents know I am not as hard-working as my brother, who once told me the secret for his 4 flat was "sleeping 4 hours only."

Well I sleep for 4 hours too (yeah, right), but that's not the point. We siblings are different, and our parents celebrated this differences by tailoring how each of us gets treated.

Uh oh. Now I feel like going snowdiving. Since the jelly beans are spilled, we might as well do something about this, right?


Marriage

I'm all for marriage. Give me a married couple as the characters and I'll be all for them. Like Henry and Teddy lol ;)

My rational is simply that it's the right thing to be. A male-female couple rightfully belongs in a marriage, nothing less. And even so, the transition period is also very crucial, to see how pious you are to go by Allah's book, or will you do instead what every other couples do.

A big shame if you do the latter.

p/s: The title is connected, I assure you. If you don't get it, then you're not thinking hard enough.

World Turtle Day

23rd May is World Turtle Day.

So as your hyper animal activist, viral spread among the community is a must. But since we have our Microbiology practical final exam on this same day, I couldn't focus on campaigning for the Green Baju Day, but I did my so-called best with the people I encountered.


But of course, you can't save the turtles simply by wearing green, nothing is that simple. The primary aim is simply education. Education is the keystone for changes.

Everything around us belongs to the NEXT generation, thus for us to preserve it. Imagine no more Ninja turtles. Next-generation Haru will be an irreversible wreck :(

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All this warrant a good question, "So what's up with Green Baju Day?"

We're dressing up for the part, to make things fun and memorable. So there's a point in everyone's life today allocated for the remembrance of our duty to (the very least) nature.






p/s:

*Donatello finds a three-day-old pizza*
Don: Do you like penicillin on your pizza?

Pulling a Konata

Konata of Lucky Star is an MMORPG-playing geek who spend all her time playing games, reading manga, watching animes, working in a cosplay cafe to pay for her hobbies, all between going to school and nothing less.

Of course, you wonder how she passed through her grade and enjoyed the same year as her relatively well-studied friend.

That is because she brought home all her books the day before the start of Exam Week in order to cram in during her exam all-nighters. And crammed she did; she succeeded an 86/100 for one of her midterm exam, to the disbelief of Kagami who managed 89 with her all-year hard work.

As Kyon of Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu once said and I quote, "The distribution of attributes is random."

Now imagine hard work + cramming, hehe.

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It is really The Final Exam season. ^~^

Hopefully we'll do our bestest and take the greatest care of ourselves and our deeds. Maybe pull a Konata in between, but still have to be Kagami considering the amount we have to study.

May our success be the manifestation of our piousness. With that in mind, I'm sure Allah will grant us nothing less than the best for us.

All the best guys, I'll see you in the exam and in Fourth Year, insyaAllah ;)

Proud #2

I believe everyone is mouldable into a relatively better person than before. We are gifted with immense potentials, limitless should I say. We just have to believe in ourself and give it a shot and who knows, maybe you'll even enjoy yourself doing so.

Of course, it requires that we know that person enough to know which criteria to build, his capacity and also degree of tolerance. This is to ensure the developmental process can be proceeded with fluency; this stage is crucial for the betterment of our generation.

And it helps to start with something easy at first, so that you'll be all smiles and thrilled with the success and may that keeps you fueled for the next challenge and insyaAllah, more successes.


Tonight, I declare one mission accomplished.

Malaysian Wedding 101

"Do you have any tradition in a wedding reception? Yes? Like what?" Dr. Sherin Wehfi of Pharmacology practical asked the class last Saturday.

"Kompang," the boys chanted.

"What is kompang?" She asked further.

Chip who was sitting in front row made beating gestures with his hands.

"You beat your wife?"

The Omelette Tragedy

6.15pm
It finally came to the eat-now-damn-you-or-pass-out moment and I placed my order for my first meal of the day.

6.25pm
I whined.

"Sabar la Tiqah," the senior on the next table said. "Yang kakak ni order pun tak sampai lagi."

I was silent as I eyed her from behind my veil. She prompted, "Tiqah tunggu apa?"

"Telur dadar," I said flatly. She doubled over in laughter.

I waited not-so happily while munching and forking my plain rice. This could very well be my last meal here and please note the double entendres.

6.35pm
After blinking out of my state of trance, I marched solemnly up to the cashier and inquired the whereabout of my omelette. He istighfar-ed on the spot and ran back to where the kitchen is, perhaps to urge the hen to step on it.

It felt nice to remind people of Allah, but I was too hypoglycemic at that moment.

6.40 pm
My oily telur dadar arrived. I congratulated the guy for succeeding in sending it over safely.