Ants: A PseudoShrink's Idea

Reaction formation is doing the opposite of what is really felt unconsciously.

According to Dr. Dalal Amer, ambivalence is a qualitative emotional disorder, in which you have contradictory feelings towards the same object at the same time.

Like, hating and loving Akihana simultaneously because ants are merrying in its pot.

I know for fact that I detest, truly hate ants and I have no doubt the feeling is equally mutual.

I can't say I love that potted plant, though, but like I'll ever give up on Aki! I'm learning to love, nurture and care for a potted plant with a daily watering requirement and Allah help me, with trees and plants covering up the Earth, why did those ants choose to nest in Aki's pot instead??

We just hooked up last Friday. I know I can survive relationship longer than four days!

I am currently shoving Aki to the end of the balcony, as farthest away from the door as possible. And I've Baygon-ed the trail of ants leading to its pot, but no.. they just have to come back! Those nasty pesky keropok stealers know not when to give up!

Some senior with murderous intent suggested I Baygon Aki because Baygone is an insecticide, not a planticide.

Yeah, and it's not a humanicide either.

Some classmate suggested I drown those ants by overflooding Aki, but that'll kill Aki too, wouldn't it?

Kak Biha suggested I buy one of those alas pasu. But understanding the resilience of tough ants, they will merely swim across and continue infesting Aki.

...

I squash cockroaches impassively, so why do I shriek at the sight of ants?

Irasshai

27th March 2010

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lain kali
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29th April 2010

Introducing, Akihana and Ukki.

Aki is a creeping flowery plant. Currently sporting two reddish pink buds of flower. Requires daily watering.

Ukki is an opuntia aciculata (I guessed). Apparently edible. Doesn't require much watering, alhamdulillah.

Bought those two because heart needs filling everything should be in pairs.

p/s:
Aki = spring
Hana = flower
Ukki = the name of the potted plant given to Kakashi by Naruto.

Friends Forever

Today I would like to tell you the tale of a cool friendship.

It started one day when I had to sign up to this site in order to continue watching Chi's Sweet Home, a 10-minute series of a lost kitten. After you sign up, you had to fill up your profile page with pictures and tidbits about you.

Seeing as how I detested filling up forms, I filled that one in a blink. Merely wrote I like cats, kill cockroaches and something about I am an uninteresting person.

That should put people off, shouldn't it?

Apparently it worked the opposite for this one person.

Subject: hey
Date: Apr 10 2008
From: yoshi
To: mitsui

well since you said your an uninteresting person it caught my eye because im interested in uninteresting people..so whats up

The message laid dormant in my inbox until a month later when I had the epiphany to catch another series of Chi.

I smirked. Yeah, I remembered smirking at his message and replied real quick.

Re: hey
Date: May 4 2008
From: mitsui
To: yoshi

Interesting. Then i shall try to live up to your expectation. Nothing much is up. What about you?

His reply came the very same day.

I replied back on 10th May 2008, which he replied the very same day, too. One would think he live on that site.

I only managed to get back to him on 31st May 2008, and that was the last time I visited Crunchyroll.

On 27th August 2009, I opened that site again. I was in Malaysia on my first summer break and decided to catch up with all Chi I've missed.

I noticed my last message was replied on 1st June 2008, and he sent me another one on 7th September 2008.

Subject: as uninteresting as you are....
Date: Sep 7 2008
From: yoshi
To: mitsui

i still think its my duty to bug you every once in a while im sorry to dissappoint you but ignoring me wont really make me dissappear...anyways you dont really need to talk to me just let me know your alive every once in a while

^^ Okay so I had this pension for not replying messages. I remembered my 2008 resolution was to reply messages straight away, but I guess we face failure every now and then.

Thus begins our yearly update exchange.

His reply came on 19th September 2009 which I read and replied on 1st April 2010.

That, my friend, is what I call the secret for a long-lasting friendship.

P/S: Names are altered to protect identities. Despite all that, I really do reply all my emails a.s.a.p. Really!

We Adore Wits

We are blessed with exceptionally humorous lecturers.

Dr. Abbas: Today is the last practical session for Biochemistry. Are you happy or depressed?

But the funniest of all is Dr. Heba of Physiology Department, Allah bless her straight face and witty remarks.

*Testing biceps reflex, where you put your thumb on the patient's tendon and strike the hammer onto the thumb*

Dr. Heba: See how the doctor suffers?

---

*Class was doing BMI and body fat percentage test.*

Dr. Heba: What is your height?
Volunteer: 150 cm.
Dr. Heba: And your weight is.. 20kg?
Volunteer: 45kg.
Dr. Heba: ... You sure?

I love Egyptians. They believe we are underweight!

*Volunteer's result was within normal range.*

Dr. Heba: I don't know how you got normal.

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Dr. Heba asked for my Physiology questions collection book and wanted to borrow it as she didn't have hers.

Dr. Heba: I want this book with me. You agree or disagree?

---

Dr. Heba: Do you remember the audiograph?
Class: No~
Dr. Heba: No? Okay, thank you.

---

Dr. Heba: See you in third year.

---

Challenge is a major turn on.

Rain Rain, Don't Go Away

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Today, it rains.

Goodbye, Yuuno

[picture deleted]
Mitsuharu Yuuno

3rd March 2009 - 23rd March 2010

Dearest tortoise

He passed in silence on the night of 23rd, most probably to a case of pneumonia.

He had lived contentedly and ventured happily around the life of this single taciturn soul; affecting her life and carpets alike.

His burial was conducted at 9.30pm of 27th March in the balcony of the room he shared with Atiqah.

We would like to thank everyone, especially friends from Kelab Sahabat Yuuno for the love given and time spent with him.

Our warmest gratitude also goes for every condolences given to us in this time of grieving.

We hope that everyone will continue to be friends of Yuuno by being passionate, caring and fun-loving to every creature Allah has created for us to marvel. And we hope that by being kind to His creatures, our taqwa towards Him will increase and be considered as good deeds.

His friends from Kelab Sahabat Yuuno:

Ara
Rodhi
Rai
Nisa
Sarah
Syaimaa'
Jiha
Izzah
'Azfa
Raja
Kak Biha
Kak Najiha
Kak Daing
Kak Zawil
Kak Laili
Kak Bid
Abang Ayep

and everyone else not mentioned.

p/s: For those who met him during his final days, please remember him in his healthy form. Please hit the Pet button.

We Tigers Roar

We may be studious and hard-working. Nerd, even.

We claim our success but no, we don't succeed alone.

We still help our friends and we share our knowledge around.

We bring out the best of each other.

We set our intentions for Allah and we increase our awe in Him
as we further dwell in our medical reading.

Simply because that is our duty.


Medicophilic Week 2010 is coming close to its end.

Does your love for medicine brings you closer to Allah?

p/s: Adored tiger for as long as I could remember. And the genius behind Photoshop and Deviantart.

Soldier Down

I cannot and will not do something just because you told me to.

If I tell you that, what will you think of me? Especially when it was me who agreed to the task in the first place.


(In)Decisive?
Firm?
Inflexible?
Insubordinate?

Damn-witted?
Procrastinating ass?
Ungrateful brat?

Ego was the reason Iblis got expelled from heaven.

p/s: Incorrigible writer's block. Leave me and BSB alone, please.

The Boy who Fell

It was a brisk walk alone towards school after I skipped home in-between classes. I crossed the road and quickly decided to avoid the common route of walking straight towards Nugget Tours. Instead, I turned left.

My foot on the pavement, a sweet boy of three-year-old (perhaps) all bulked up in his clean winter gear was tentatively riding his tricycle towards me. He looked up into my eyes and I saw that he was wobbling. He was cycling towards the sandy depression on the uneven pavement.

Picture not related. This is Usaid the cleanfreak boy
mopping dusty ARMA with his shirt.

Now, now, I slowed my pace as I neared him, my eyes on alert and my face grim in concentration. Be careful not to fall.

And sure enough, he fell on his knee. He gingerly touched his left kneecap and steadied his fallen bike with his right hand. He silently looked up and mounted right on.

I watched the boy from behind my shoulder as he continued paddling on the crooked pavement, not even a stifle could be heard.

Holding back tears. He was playing brave, I concluded.

Was it because of his gender that he decided against crying? Was it because of an unknown foreigner nearby that stalled him from calling for his mother? Was it the harsh upbringing Egyptians endured that made them steel from a young age?

Or was it simply me exaggerating everything, and the boy wasn't even going to cry in the first place?

What did I do during the whole time? Nothing. I didn't even pause, not even a concerned 'Are you okay?' spouted out, though words of consolation were already forming in my mind.

Let alone stopping to pick the boy up and help him to his parents. Instead, I continued my slow and short pace about him and scrutinized every details.

A few seconds walk away and I was graved with guilt.

---

Akhlak is simply, what you do spontaneously in any given occasion.

The money that you easily give away during a raise. The salam and smile you greet to the old man on the bridge. The scrap of paper you stow in your pocket instead of letting it join the dust of the hallway.

The every classes you attend sincerely regardless of attendance check. The news report that you hand in right on time. And every single amanah for that matter.

The hand you hold out for a fallen young boy.

Beloved Prophet Muhammad presented true virtues for us to follow. And I will dishonor myself the moment I go back on him.

I have a lot more to work on.

And He Told Us to Strive

Allah loves us and had the whole world prepared at our service.

We just need to work for it.

Happy Biochem assignment, everyone. Let's renew our intentions for the Most Merciful only and may Allah rewards us for all effort spent.


Words of Allah surah An-Najm, verse 39. Me reminded by Kak Fathy love.

Danbo background taken from here.

Our Wish

I found this song earlier this month and was gonna use it during Majlis Apresiasi Graduan, alas Mirwana's Takdir Penentu won.

This one is for every one carved into my heart, especially to Kak Zawil, Kak Daing dan Kak Laili. I shall not coat the memory with dust of forgetfulness, insyaAllah.

Actually I was dedicating this song to myself because I just got over my latent period of identity crisis and needed a kick-up.

And because family is heart matter and I adore the brotherhood of Sam and Dean Winchester of Supernatural, you can see their version here. Constant vigilant for adult material, please.

And quoting Dean, as usual, from Season 5 episode 11 (Sam, Interrupted)

Dr. Cartwright: Why do you have to hunt monsters? Why not let someone else do it?
Dean: I can't find anybody else that dumb.

Which summed up why some people are just plain gila kuasa ;)

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Now that I'm at it, I would like to apologize for the recent accumulating craps posted on Haru's. Allah scrutinize, people read, they judge. Yeah, can't imagine the loads of sin I gathered during my lowest point in current life..

Anyway, I'm on my feet now. Alhamdulillah, at least for now :) And I took the trash out, finally.

Yuuno, Allah bless that tortoise, is still hibernating despite the already warm weather outside. Though he did spent his days on the desert-like dusty balcony. I sort of envy him, especially now that we just started our new term for a week with a much tighter schedule to come and thicker books to absorb.

Alas, osmosis doesn't work this way.

Well, he is the rock. We the loyal servant of Allah and devoted khalifah cannot afford to waste even a breath, eh?

Let's go tackle that mountain.

Bahariya: Enjoy the harsh beauty

Was supposed to write seeing as the last posts were nothing but ads and all.. I'm getting rusty.

By the way, we just got back from Bahariya a few hours ago. A great place if you fancy adventures, speeding in the middle of the desert (Efu was the greatest driver!) and be on look-out for foxes.

And lying down on perfect sand looking up into the starry sky.

We had great companions; I had the most fun greeting people, shaking hands with those we acquainted during my days as the Promotion and Registration Committee.

They are photogednic

Plus our Mansurah mushrifs were cool :) Except during that 12am nature call.. It sucks when people know who you are and recognize you from your voice.

Would have enjoyed it much more if I [we] didn't came down with stomach flu during our camping.. But that just highlights the Islamic bond we have; only knowing people for hours and already you have them patting on your back and running to and fro for some plastik muntah.

Very much thankful to Khadijah, Czarina and Kak Azyan for the 12am nature call. And all for the God-sent back rub during the three times I was throwing up.

You know that photogenic 'A Tree and A Bird' limestone at the White Desert? I'd always remember that place commemorating the first time I threw up. Sucks.

Among my intentions of going there was for a much needed break.. I spent the last days before the trip ogling my laptop, living on Rotato and sleeping less than I did when we had our exams. My circadian rhythm is ruined. Then the flu army came and inflicted us all. Was quite a painful reminder that this life is not the place for resting.

And I was still holding in when we reached ARMA. Went up to the cafe for a much needed hot drink and greeted the cashier.

"Aslmwbt. Nak air milo satu."

"Maaf la, milo dah habis. Masih lagi dalam kapal terbang." Or so came the cheery reply.

"Okay, ape yang korang ada?"

"Saya ada, dia pun ada." The cashier grinned, pointing at himself and his buddy.

I smiled politely and asked for Nescafe instead. It would have been funnier if I throw up on the spot, but I might spoil my sneakers.

Chill-X

MEP8 presents


CHILL-X
Chill, relax, rebond

For:
Girls of MEP8 only

Thursday 4th February 2010
4.30 - 9.30pm
Villa Raihan, St. Ismail Sirri

Dress code:
Dress to impress

What we have:
Nadie's capub session
BPI's do's and don'ts
'Friendship the Movie' premiere
Camwhoring

What to bring:
Keropok
Snacks
Desserts

For details:
Check your inbox
Najiha Asari
Nisa Abd Rahman

p/s: Someone wrote FOC PR in permanent ink across my forehead.

Balls and Interviews

We were supposed to do an interview today. 2.45pm at Zinhoum. I internally cringed and accepted my fate this winter break.

We waited for our interviewee to show up while messing around this dangerous-looking shabby building which was preferable to hanging around the relatively safe futsal courtyard.

People showed up and I held back my awkwardness. Introduced myself rather flippantly and let's get the job done. Oh, the match started. I spun around and watched them play.

Last time I really watched a game was the 2006 World Cup Final. The adrenaline. How could you ever deny such treat? The running, the kicking, the tackling, and those awful tumbling. Sort of took me away for a moment.

I was happy with my easily distracted nature, until I received a playful "Nak interview orang ke nak tengok bola ni?" from my boss.

:P

They played really well and it was a joy to watch. I'm sure it was even more joyful to play.

Congratulations to Fawwaz FC for the 2-1 win over Waa'dul Haq. It was a narrow miss from Ustaz Fawwaz's earlier prediction of 3-0 and Kak Aniah's 4-0, though. :)

Kanak-kanak tahun 1 dan 2, bilekah mahu mula berlatih futsal untuk Medisal Cup 16 Februari ni?