Everybody cares in his own way

"Kali ni macam banyak pula benda jadi dalam batch."

"Allah nak kuatkan ukhuwah antara korang kot," Kak Teha said. I blinked.

She was probably right. But along with that realization came a pang of pain when I considered how pitiful it was to have a misfortune to occur before we, I mean me, really appreciate each other.

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I went to lecture today with a headache that necessitated me to approach Umair first and my first sentence was to ask whether she had any Panadols with her. I was in luck.

Lecture ended and I sorely needed to sleep because two tablets of Panadol was of little help and my cure to anything was sleep. Arrived at the ward for our clinical session and I approached an empty made bed at the male's ward to sleep in since they haven't unlock the classroom for us. Obviously I wasn't thinking straight. Thankfully they opened the class just before I could lay down.

Went inside the class, plugged in my iPod and tried to sleep. Woke up a few groggy times to answer Ira when she asked how I was doing and to see the guys taking the patient's history and finally to see the doctor had magically appeared.

Took out my pen and let's get this class over with.

Class was dismissed and we went to visit our admitted friend. Outside, our mentor grinned and asked whether I was feeling well or not. "Muka kau pucat."

I laughed before that gnawing feeling sank in. It felt..

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"Amik insulin tu IV ke IM?"

"Subcutaneous," both answered with a grin.

"Haah la subcutaneous. Sejak bile insulin ada IM? Bongoknye aku.." turned around embarrassed and saw that the window behind was opened. We were up in the ninth floor. "Mungkin aku patut terjun sekarang."

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It's the direct bus from there to where I live. A one-journey fare is LE2. If we're lucky and the bus is en route, it will be LE0.50 cheaper than the usual microbus-to-Damardesh-and-Metro-to-Sayyeda option.

Even better if we get a seat. Can nearly have a shut-eye and periodically open the eyes to check whether we're there yet or not.

Because of its convenience, as I climb the steps of the bus, what comes to mind will always be which one of us is so sincere with his post; so sincere that Allah is rewarding his sincerity with this much ease after a brain-wrecking session.

Definitely not me ;)

Scaring people is an insult to their intellect

When it comes to choosing, let it be that you choose it because you want it, and not because you don't want the other options.

Like in an MCQ exam. There is a difference between a student who picked A because he knows A is the real answer and a student who picked A by exclusion. A bigger example will be the Egypt revolution and the immediate post not-calm period; whereby they ousted Mubarak but then failed to reach any understanding because they didn't know what they want, they only knew what they didn't want.

This stems off the "Adakah ini yang anda mahu?" tactic usually circulating. Never fail to make me feel personally insulted no matter who the propagator is. I don't want it to be that I choose A because I was fed by A with the catastrophic consequences of choosing B or C or D.

That kind of tactic is degrading my intellect by thinking I can be scared off and that I don't have enough esteem to know what I want. Also goes to show A has nothing worthy of his own in the first place.

Do not ever mistake fear for respect.

Suddenly it is a Sunday

Yesterday I presented Medical Ethics to my fellow MedTeam colleagues. They gave me ample time to prepare for this topic but awesome person I am, I managed to procrastinate until the night before, hence an hour of sleep only the night prior to my presentation.

I couldn't walk straight by the time I had to leave the house early for a meeting before my presentation. Not sure which of my short list of good deeds that helped me walk from Mounira to Abou Rish in one piece.

Otherwise it was a good day. Always a good day when you don't have to iron your clothes and wear a blazer somemore, that blazer always makes me feel smart. Hahaha.

The highlight of yesterday was my colleagues. Two of them had to leave the discussion early for two separate reasons and they respectively approached me and asked for my permission to be dismissed early.

Of course I said yes. The fact that they even bothered to ask me showed how respectful they were to the person standing in front sharing something with them, despite the fact I was a lowly presenter. My respect for them swelled.

Another was the guys who chaperoned me back (just me, the other girls left me while I was praying grr). They lived in the vicinity of the discussion place while I lived in Mounira, so I really appreciated that they would walk the extra mile for my sake.

When one of them said that they'll send me halfway only, I immediately agreed. I'm used to walk home at night alone anyway. But then he said, "Just kidding, you did a great service today."

And I was.. Masha Allah. Whatever had I done to be treated so respectfully today?

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I remembered a scene in The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi whereby Kyon was analyzing Haruhi when she was silent and a little awkward after the girl band showered her with appreciation for helping them out in the school performance.

Kyon deduced that she was always doing things for her own sake and those things go unacknowledged. So when a rare appreciative person showed up, she didn't know how to handle it.

A little sincere appreciation goes a long way.

For the first time in my life I wanted to be a microphone

I don't write about major events. They usually leave me too speechless to pen them down. The best I can give you is a recap at the end of the year.

Anyway, I would like to properly introduce you to the person who made me jealous of an inanimate object. His name is Jonghyun, two months older than me, a crazy awesome guitar freak with a rock star aptitude ironically blessed with a pop/ballad voice. 

I have a record of falling for good-for-nothing impossible-to-get guys and the more I get to know people, the more flaws I found so the old-age adage of "love is a verb" really does hit me hard. I'll do my best (lulz) but let's see how this ends.. though I already know how it's going to end. Hahah.

I'm going to get killed because of this confession, believe it. And I hope he keeps his hair about that long and remains the happy but cool reliable white-tee-and-jeans undyed hair dude I'd always adore.

Missing

"I gave you the bus fare, but you walked? So where's the guitar on your shoulder?"
"Maybe the guitar took the bus."
(physically restraining before hitting little brother on the head)

Bakery Attack

Hey. I am missing out from the scene, I know. On purpose. Have my own reason of course, please allow me that small bit of credit.

What should I say.. maybe I'm pushing your faith in me. But I'm not exactly actively proving myself to you, am I? Maybe I'm doubting myself and my intentions, like I always do when it comes to you. Maybe I'm just running away for lack of wittier things to do. Maybe I have too much on my plate to taint myself with more sins. Maybe I just don't want this that badly, heh, maybe at all.

Anything goes at this stage. Maybe I've reached this mental stage.. but quite unlikely. I've been mental since I can remember.

I'm always praying, that's for sure.

Whatever Happened to Anatomy?

Dr. Hany came into the class with a young adult male patient. He confirmed with us that we can take the history in Arabic. "So who's going to take the history today?"

"Hana~" Classmates around me chanted.

"What the hell," I retorted back.

Dr. Hany looked at me. "You?" He smiled.

I nodded and stood up. "Are you going to be in the class or outside?" I asked him.

"Outside." He grinned. "Why?"

"Better for my confidence if you're outside." I laughed.

Introduced myself to the patient and got his permission. Asked his personal history. We came to the complaint and I cursed myself for my lack of vocab in the body parts department.

I asked where the swelling was again and understood he mentioned towards his lower regions. He gestured towards his right lower abdomen and I turned back to face the class with a tense face.

"Can I get a guy with me? I think this is an inguinal hernia."

Is and Chip came to my rescue. I wasn't sure who was more embarrassed; me or the patient. Haha.

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Towards the end of presenting..

Dr. Hany smiled expectantly. "Did you asked about his allergy history?"

Grinned sheepishly. "No I didn't." He grinned and smacked his fist in his palm. Haha. I remembered Dr. Hany was exceptionally particular about a patient's Medication and Allergy history, beats me why I didn't ask these in full details..

"If there's one thing you learn from me, let it be this."

---

The history-taker gets to examine the patient and no I didn't want to examine a groin because I'm not married yet so my logic dictated that my first encounter with a living male genitalia should not be a patient's. Thus I felt.. "tercemar". Gaah.

Shoot me. My logic is illogical sometimes.

Anyway I did examined the patient. Used a glove of course that fit Dr. Hany like a glove (haha funny) but went sagging on me.

Earlier during Inspection, I didn't even know where to look at. The scrotum appeared to be unilaterally big, but where was the swelling? I looked down to compare it with mine but then I remembered I do not have a scrotum to compare the normal shape and size of it. Had to turn to Is and asked him to draw a diagram to locate the swelling for me. (Okay stupid illogical excuse. Whatever happened to Anatomy?)

A good fun class with Dr. Hany as expected. But I should probably stick to medicine unrelated to male private parts..

setelah mencuri pinjam laptop ahli beit, maka inilah bebelan pertama setelah sekian lama

bila saya jumpa kesilapan tatabahasa, ejaan, susun kata, apa-apa la yang saya perasan dalam sebarang penulisan PERUBATAN atau mana-mana web, benda yang saya buat adalah:

1- senaraikan kesilapan tersebut

2- cadangkan apakah pembaikian yang sepatutnya

3- PM kepada orang yang bertanggungjawab

atau kalau benda tu bawah bidang kuasa jabatan liputan atau kesilapan jabatan lain yang memang gila obvious atau saya ada kesempatan kerajinan dan masa, kadang-kadang saya log in dan terus baiki. save, siap. maklumkan kepada orang yang bertanggungjawab apa yang saya edit. setel. 

sebab saya mampu, maka saya berusaha untuk mudahkan kerja orang. tidaklah saya bersikap komen komen komen tak puashati tak puashati tapi haram tak produktif pun. yang penting, ada perubahan yang kita buat.

dan inilah antara aktivisma praktikal yang seharusnya kita buat sementara bercita nak syahid di gaza. kan kalian semua ahli perubatan baru je habis berseminar.

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mediaperubatan adalah sekumpulan budak medik, dentist, pharmacy yang sedang belajar bermedia melalui persatuan pelajar-pelajar perubatan malaysia mesir. major kita dalam bidang perubatan, pergigian, farmasi masing-masing. kita bukan pekerja media prima, bukan ambil major language atau komunikasi. 

sila serap benda ini menjadi kefahaman sebenar-benar kefahaman. bila dah bekerja bersama dalam mediaperubatan, kita semua perlu saling tolong-menolong. kalau tak sempat nak tolong pun, at least alertkan terus kesilapan orang lain sebolehnya sebelum orang bukan media yang tegur. 

bila orang bukan media hentam kesilapan kali ini, saya takde masalah. sebab memang salah saya selaku editor yang bertugas tetapi saya away without leave padahal tiada siapa yang ada untuk menggantikan saya. benda ni memang dijangka akan berlaku dan saya menerimanya dengan senyuman girang, betulkan kesilapan saya dan minta maaf.

yang membuatkan saya tidak gembira adalah mereka yang kononnya bekerja bersama tetapi memberitahu kepada kami (saya?) apa yang patut kami (saya?) buat dalam keadaan sekadar memerhati dan mengomen dan tidak mengetahui kondisi kerja kami. orang yang bekerja sekali akan mengetahui bahawa media tak pernah cukup orang. bila cuti, lagi la tak cukup orang. saya tak boleh terima orang yang merendahkan moral rakan sepasukan. orang luar hentam, dimaafkan. orang dalam? oh tidak sama sekali. 

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kak radin rekrut saya masuk mediaperubatan semasa minggu pertama saya di mesir, asalnya sebagai jurugambar. tetapi assignment saya yang pertama merupakan temuramah kak battah selaku senior yang akan BFG (back for good) pada masa itu maka dikenalilah saya sebagai wartawan.

tahun tiga, saya pegang sebagai timbalan ketua jabatan liputan dan semakin kurang meliput sebaliknya lebih kepada news editing. tahun empat dan sekarang, wartawan makin ramai maka makin kecil tugasan saya. lebih aktif berbincang penetapan isu apa ingin dikupas pabila ada majlis besar dan menemubual orang-orang. kadang-kadang saya sendiri buatkan berita kalau saya seorang je krew jabatan yang ada pada event tersebut, atau temubual subjek yang saya rasa menyeronokkan.

hampir lima tahun. antara sebab saya stay adalah abang hafiz (dinmat) yang menyeronokkan

mesti bapis marah saya screencap dia sekali lagi. nanti saya belanja cupcake ya.

dan junior-junior yang perlukan kasih sayang hahah. di sini jugalah saya belajar berkomunikasi dengan ramai orang dan mendapat tunjuk ajar daripada super senior yang saya kira menjaga saya sejak saya tahun satu lagi.

this feeling is called gratitude, i have a strong sense of belonging and loyalty. i am having fun. please have fun with me.

May God keep her safe always

Paginya saya bangun sendiri. Kagum sebentar, haha. Subuh berjemaah dan mathurat kubra beramai-ramai. Kak Milah sediakan nasi lemak sementara saya dan Panic berbual. Makan, seterusnya berbual sehingga tengahari.

Panic namakannya usrah Panic & The Peas, lol.

Membawanya berjumpa Balqis. Saya berusaha nak suapkan habis makanan si kecil itu tapi dia degil, mahu pizza dan kek serta jus mangga orang dewasa tetapi enggan habiskan lagi dua sudu makanan yang mamanya masakkan penuh kasih sayang.

"Balqis, jangan macam ni," saya bersyarah kepada bayi yang enggan lepaskan botol ubat kosong untuk dikunyah. Dia duduk di atas tilam yang diletakkan di lantai dan saya berteleku di sisinya. "Entah bila lagi kita nak jumpa-"

Dia memandang saya, tersenyum dan memegang lembut tangan saya seperti ingin menenangkan saya. Seolahnya berkata "Jangan cakap macam tu Acik Hana, nanti kita jumpa lagi laa."

Saya cair, bergulingan dan merangkulnya saat itu juga.

Panic faham mengapa saya sayangkan Balqis lebih, haha. Kelihatan Aunty Panic juga bergomel membuli Balqis, mengangkatnya gaya Lion King, lol.

Perlu meneruskan perjalanan ke rumah Kak Pana pula. Mendukungnya sebelum keluar dan Balqis terus melentokkan kepalanya ke bahu saya dan menepuk-nepuk bahu saya, seolah mengetahui si dewasa ini perlu ditenangkan.

Saya cair. Balqis yang disayangi dan menyayangi. Hari ini usianya 364 hari.

Saya tak nak bayi lain. Saya nak Balqis je.

Mutawatir #1

I found the place by accident. Its.. sort of exclusive ambiance made me reserve that place for special occasions and also made me conscious of what I wear during the casual sitting. Plus we get to see egrets perching on trees if you walk there. Always a humourous sight.

The first time I picked that place as a meeting place was two years ago with two girls along to meet a friend from Luton. After that, I always wanted another round of good coffee, soothing Hotel California from the piano and friendly hospitality but if I frequent there often, it'll lose its exclusivity in my eyes.

The second time was tonight.

Not many people know of this place, I suppose. And it is not me to share it with the same people. So the next person I share this place with, I hope it will be with you. Try not to make me wait.. I want good French pâtisserie :)

"Lie and make me happy"

Yesterday was the first day for Surgery clinical class and passionate I was, hauled Umair to class earlier than expected from us. Class was supposed to start at 12 and the secretary took our attendance and announced the doctor was on his way. The syllabus wasn't handed out yet so I wasn't sure what to start study with. Opened the first chapter of Volume 1 Surgery textbook and studied while waiting for the doctor.

12.15. On his way.

12.30. Getting cranky. Still on his way. Pulled out a packet of biscuits.

12.45. Still on his way. I was already finishing the second chapter.

12.50. Class was announced cancelled. Frankly I was sad. This was ridiculous. And to think it was our first class and they didn't even bother to give us a good impression.

Packed up and moved to where Group D was having their class. We knocked on their door, greeted the doctor halfway teaching them and asked "Is it possible to join your class? Our doctor didn't show up."

He held the door wide for us.

---

Today was second day of Surgery clinical and I laid in bed weighing the chances of being disappointed again. Got up and went to class anyway, trying not to expect anything.

Arrived at class just after 12. Class wasn't even open for us and the guys were standing waiting in front of the locked door. Traded information on what the other groups took yesterday and I felt this crushing weight when I realized it was only the second day but already our group was lagging behind. Had our group leader reported this misdemeanour to our coordinator already?

The secretary showed up and announced our group was transferred to Department 27 to have the rest of our Surgery course there. We gladly took off.

---

Dr. Hany Armia spoke briefly and I liked him already. "So anyone of you here wants to be a surgeon?"

When my dad first asked me that, I answered I wanted to be a surgeon. But that was nearly five years ago and-

"What? No one? Cmon lie to me and make me think I am doing something good here." He laughed.

Okay.. I felt guilty. I don't know about everyone else but I should have raised my hand so that he will know I was passionate about his class, about Surgery, as he was passionate to teach us. And really, I was, I am and I will always be passionate to learn. Maybe yesterday hit me more than I should have let it.

It wasn't a matter of lying, being a hypocrite or anything but we should celebrate and support each other's passion when one is doing something good. Make that person happy with what he is doing, and subsequently I will be happy myself. This is how I convey my gratitude for his efforts and teachings.

This way of thinking is probably what burns me out easily, but I like to think you should give your best in whatever you do and not dish out a half-assed attempt.

That's part of ihsan, isn't it?

"all is well, all is well, all is well."

hi. just an update on how everything is going now.

i busted my laptop the other day and haven't got around to repair it, well it's actually a matter of finance and yes the usual lazy ass issue. until then, it has been five years of loyalty and continuous service from the laptop, hontouni arigatou gozaimasu. i named it haizen during the earlier year with it but it's kinda too weird, i dunno why i named it such. bleach-influenced perhaps.

so i am hanging on to doing stuffs from my phone, which is a little over the top when one's job includes heavy documenting. a little pain but nothing a good dose of music couldn't heal, haha. i am writing this from freeloading off umair's laptop :)

we finished our paediatrics round last thursday and i miss it so much, it has been great fun. i should keep on studying paeds regardless, because it felt weird not to study hard for something lol. although i must say my sanity almost died and i bothered everyone with my incessant whining and impending suicides during the end round exam period.

at the abou rish children hospital lobby. this place is cool it has aquariummmmmm~

anyway, i miss paeds. the doctors, the patients, the subject itself. last night i revised a teeny bit over whatsapp with abang ayep. great fun :D

that night we had our long-overdue usrah and voila, strawberry crepe!

we started surgery yesterday. imagine, only two hours of class everyday. this is bad. i can see myself sleeping more and more and the general consensus of hibernating brown bears will be so proud of me. already made a pact with umair and faiz on how to manage this too much time so let's see me sticking with it. i really can't study at home. it won't work.

and last saturday, we went for futsal and i still! have the lumbago and leg cramp until now. which is not surprising considering it has been a year since i last played seriously and we went crazy on the field. in my defense, we did properly warmed up and down and i even got farahnur to walk with me to fro mounira - zenhoum.

spot the imported striker from ain shams.

my back. it makes me feel old. now where is that aspirin patch? anyway, it was awesome. typical me to go reckless where passion lies, haha. ara's team won with 2-1 and my hat's off for them. ara herself is one formidable opponent.

this coming winter break. well i only have something planned for the first week and another one day with kak elle, so i have a lot of time to do some other stuffs. this is again a financial issue, because i cannot bring myself to think of going somewhere not here when i can't dish cash out freely. haha.

where did all my money go, you ask? well it was written in Previously in 2012.

so.. maybe i will use this winter to plan next year's winter :) need to do a hell load of researching to make this work. plus this is a good time to reorganize my internal medicine and paediatrics "encyclopedia" and analyze someone.. which brings me to my next point.

i have been looping CN BLUE nowadays since i found their JAPANESE songs a day before the paeds exam. haha, crazy right? actually i have been listening to them (i only have three of their songs on my ipod, but anything goes) since 2011 but only now i am officially infatuated. this is mostly because my ears are made for japanese songs rather than korean language; it doesn't get digested much.

and the japanese songs has been shared with umair. i selected my most favourite best which was sang by jonghyun. guy is so.. heh. told you i was infatuated.

what else? oh yes. yesterday we went and got our first dose of hepatitis b vaccine. well mom said i should check my antibody against it first since we had been vaccinated during infancy, but that's like dinosaur ages ago. plus we were already on the way to vacsera at that time, can't go back now.

so. it wasn't painful at all! i was the first up and it was done in a blink, i was surprised because i expected it to hurt. but post vaccination, the arm wasn't really as strong and i was tired. not sleepy tired, but yawning-four-times-in-a-minute-worse-than-a-morphine-addict kind of tired.

happy faces post vaccinated.

right now i am having breakfast. umair cooked fried noodle. awesomeness. i only have breakfast when i freeload at her place haha. so not good at taking care of myself.

i should add that the cardiotrophic parasite is now fibrosed. i need a surgical incision or maybe a heart transplant.

:) see ya,
hana

And now you know why

Despite currently in the process of wrapping up my Paediatrics posting, I cannot and will not pretend my language is all clean and childproof. Never even has. I spent too much of my adolescent mixing with the culturally wrong crowd and the damage is irreversible and untreatable haha. Consider yourself warned.

I once read this SasuHina drama fanfiction where Sasuke was the cliche hot guys who caught every girls' eyes except Hinata, who was the one he fell for but never muster up whatever it was people muster to tell her himself. As it was, Hinata was smitten with his best friend Naruto who had his eyes on Sakura. They were all friends who occasionally hang out together.

Nothing unique there. We see the same pattern with most of the AU SasuHina fanfictions. What struck me most was how Sasuke dealt with that frustration, whereby he became the city's notorious playboy who remained unattached, fooled around with different girls every day, occasionally watching Hinata from afar and lamenting his fate at the end of each day.

Heh. When you can't have what you want, you tend to (destructively) want anything and everything else.

I used to think how foolish that kind of action was. Sissy even. But after this crash course on psychology I now understand why he did what he did.

Not that I approve, no. My opinion stands and the difference it made is that I can now fully appreciate how stupid and dickless that action is. Understanding does not necessarily leads to acceptance but it is the second step in anything and everything (first is knowing and I am quoting Dumbledore).

But still very enticing and tempting and I sort of do that already, which is wrong wrong wrong. You cannot fool around and tarnish yourself. Culturally wrong or not, I am a Muslim first and all.

P/s: The fanfiction could have ended better, but it was a happy ending for our SasuHina here.

The only Kelantanese quality I acquired

is appreciation for fine keropok. And sometimes preparing over-sweetened stuff, but that is a matter for discussion on another fine day.

Keropok is not a simple snack. It is God-send. For me, you can take away all my food and leave me just with this and I will be more than perfectly happy. (Perfectly happy but probably dead from immune deficiency secondary to malnutrition. Oh, so dramatic.)

Every time I went back home for the summer, a huge carton of Keropok Segera Cap 5 Ikan made by Yah Ismail, Tumpat will be awaiting me. I swear my mom is spoiling me rotten.

See what I mean?

Two years ago we were in a discussion and there was keropok served to us. I put it beside me and ate it piece by piece non-stop, until I noticed a friend looking at me in amusement. I looked up, keropok in hand and asked him what was the matter, to which he laughed and said "Thank God it's not pizza."

Earlier this year we won the PERUBATAN debate (oh I forgot to write a proper post about it, silly me) and Suhaila was so proud of me that she gave me a packet of keropok as a congratulatory present!

Hadiah menang debat :D

Once I dropped by unannounced at Ara's place and she immediately commented that I should have told her I was coming by, "or I would have fried some keropok for you."

Three months ago Najiha prepared fried noodle and Syuhada fried some keropok to eat with it, but I ended up eating only the keropok. I hastily ate a spoonful of noodle just to make Najiha happy that I ate what she cooked, but she was still so upset she took away the rest of the keropok and hid it in her room. So stingy.

A week or so after that, I dropped by her house with Nadhrah. Najiha kindly fried a whole container of keropok (I may or may not guilted her into submitting to her stinginess) which I paraded in front of Nadhrah but selfishly ate it by myself before obliging to her sad puppy-eyed face lulz.

Makan sorang menghadap dinding lambang kedekut keropok takmo share hahahah. Amat tak senonoh perangai begini.

A month ago Piqoh started her business of selling packets of keropok to us in class. Ara bought one packet and gave it as present to me. As if I needed more reason to love her, haha. I was going to take it home to eat it as breaking-fast but Is-kun then said "Hana hurry and open it" so I laughingly obliged and told him to pass it around. The guys ate half! :))

Ara is another person who spoils me rotten.

See, I have become nicer. I can now share what I enjoy with the people I enjoy. (Disclaimer: This is plain ironic and narcissistic. No nice people will announce they are nice.)

The next day, I bought two packets from Piqoh :P

By now, they all probably know I have a keropok fetish. Anyone can bait me with keropok and I will follow him to the end of the world, lulz.

Few weeks ago I couldn't sleep that night and when I finally did, I woke up at 10.30am. It was terrible, because I missed the 8.30am tutorial and the 10.00am Neonatology section. That night, this conversation occurred.

It was not the first time I was late or absent from class because of rough night. And it occurred to me that I must have been at the lowest point in my academic life for my friends to resort to baiting me with keropok to ensure I heed my attendance.

Wani bangun awal pagi gorengkan keropok. Oh Tuhan hatinya suci murni.

Anyway, there was no way I will ever pass up on Wani's offer. We are talking about authentic Terengganu's keropok here. C'est la crème de la crème!

P/s: Keropok is fish crackers. The thinner, the better. I like Yah Ismail's best because unlike the over-produced Cap Pinggan, this one is thinner and you can very much taste the fish to flour ratio, which is much higher. And this post was actually intended to be a place to document the increasing number of keropok pictures I have saved, lulz.