Miscellaneous

It seem that I lost my Sagittarius touch in last post.

The girls were home when I came back from hospital and the bowling was cancelled which resulted in me sleeping as early as 7 p.m!

And we also didn't go on a bike.

Instead, we were blowing the highest quality chewing gum, virtually.

Why highest quality?

Because even after you inhale the most you can and exhale until there's no more air exhaleable, the most you can do is pop the gum only once in your twice attempts.

Which make the class look ridiculous to the outsider if any was watching.

The watcher may think we've lost our marbles, cheering for the person who's blowing into whatever device it is and at the same time was looking at the projection of a cartoon blowing pink chewing gum.

Thins is, blowing a virtual chewing gum deserves such cheers (fighting!chaiyok!*insert names*)

It's indicating that school break gonna commence when we sat playing (and the retards, learning) chess, and playing words games by the name Scramble.

Not gonna see each others' faces for full 2 weeks you see.

On another note,

some people feel that I deserve their concern or pity, whatever it is.

But thing is, I'm perfectly happy as I am now.

I am free to do whatever I want, I have friends around me, who I can turn to.

People may see that I keep a certain distance.

A solid yes from me.

I don't like the idea of being tied to, even it's just friend.

When u r too dependent on each other, both will end up hurting.

I see too many of that already. (and experienced it for myself when I was not even 14)

Being with various kind of people in various works and situation, I like this kind of socializing even more than the latter.

I live with these people, go into hospital with other people, sit in lab or lecture with another people and walk to wherever you like, alone or with whoever you want.

U get to know many people, not too superficial and not too deep.

Just enough for u to appreciate them.

And I still love all of them.

We've been through good and bad times, and I believe they are the first ones to be there to offer help when u need it.

I'm not himono onna.

I just make it into my 21, not even 2 weeks have passed eversince.

It's me who choose not to.

Because I can't afford to loose anything for the time being.

Thank you for the concern, anyway.

p/S: semua gambar tiada kaitan. sekadar hiasan sebab mereka cantik

Cakcing

I know this space has somehow contains post that is deemed gross.

Today's topic is pinworm (bear with it, this is one of my ways to revise microbiology)

Pinworm as the name suggests, is small worm even though not pointy as a pin.

You can find it in the intestine of most kids.

And how would you know a kid is infected with the worm?

Look for the particular little ones that's scratching his buttock (the anus, precisely)

That is because the gravid/pregnant pinworm, scurries at night from the small intestine to anus and deposited their eggs over there.

The eeggs are what that causes the itching.

And a simple diagnosis of this can be done by mothers.

Get a transparent tape of suitable size, stick it to the kid's anus, after a few seconds, pull out the tape and stick it on the glass slide.

Observation under the microscope shall be done by the expert (more accurate diagnosis you see).

Ok, that's it for microbiology.

Tapeworm, the fettucine.

I shall race on a bike that travels to nowhere tomorrow in pathophysiology lab but I know that I'm gonna miss it to catch the practical in the hospital that will finish by 5 pm.

And come back to an empty house, the other three shall be on the train heading north by that time.

I'm gonna start my holiday with bowling and end it with a steaming pot of steamboat with comrades.

Happy holidays!

Stargazing

I'm an outdoor person, except that I don't get to be outdoor that much of the late.

Yesterday, I looked up, the sky was clear dark blue, there were many stars twinkling.

Except that most of them were orange.

I kept looking up to make sure.

Is it the day after tomorrow?

But everything on the ground looked normal.

And then I realized thay they were moving and some more came up.

I was a beautiful sky.

As a child, twice or thrice a year, our family of four would make our way to the seaside, not for fishing, but for laying on the sand under the starry sky.

Mak would beforehand marinate the whole chicken in honey and whats not.

And abah would roast it, the smell wafting through our tiny nostrils.

It was such a good time, when the waves splashing mildly, the stars scattering the sky, the fine sand of the beach and the four of us, and me, still a kid, without any worry in the world (because I didn't stir up trouble, so I didn't have to be afraid of the smoking husk)

Photo from Flickr

In PLKN, we listed down our life goals.

When once it has been an easy affair, we hardly do any stargazing after we moved.

My parents both have to work, and I left for residential school.

So I put down stargazing as one of my life goal.

Who knows, when the goal is to be realised, we would be together again, now the 5 of us, or maybe even more.

And we would look again at the starry sky, after over a decade, sending our gratitude.

Ameen.

Nuggets

allow me to be nostalgic.

Spaghetti, Vermicelli, Fettucine

I grew up in Batu Feringghi.

Before kindergarten, I lived my life chasing after chicks (chicken babies, not girls), coluring my dinosaur colour book with magic inks, trodding on stinky chicken poos, and waiting for the fisherman and their catch of the day.

I can assure you that I was exposed to the natural environment optimally hence my immune system would be fortified.

Even though my granduncle had never failed to dab a generous amount of bedak sejuk on my face (I guess having a fair complexion is not enough, he needed white as the chinese opera singer instead) and take care of my hygienic need, due to me who was constantly playing with earth and flora and fauna, I had to take antihelminths powder.

I reckon most kids in Malaysia my age took it too.

And I can assure you that the powder works very efficiently.

I pooped out a spaghetti.

I was born an observant kids, eventhough I observe things outside the spec of other people.

Say if people would observe the chicken, I would observe its poo.

And one day, after poo, I took a look at my products.

And there it was, glistening, translucent and wriggling.

I didn't see that coming. I thought I had a product only, which is the poo, turned out I had 2 and boy, it was long (to my below 5 years old eyes)

I did what girls of all ages do best.

I screamed as loud as I can, buttocks still smelly and my hero came to my rescue.

He took care of my products and the smelly buttock.

I was still shaken but squeaky clean cute little girl when I wanted to have my Milo.

My hero led me to the table where there's a baby bottle with Milo and next to it, a cup with Milo.

I would of course go for the bottle. Hey I was under 5 ok!

But then my hero told me something that get my hands and mouth off the baby bottle forever.

If I have my Milo or drinks in the bottle, I would see more of the spaghetti.

If I start to have my drink like they do, I will have a peaceful toilet time.

I opted for the latter and I had peaceful toilet time.

And recently, I found out that I was lucky enough to get only a speghetti, fettucine is horrible and vermicelli would be hideous and many more would still be in there even though I excreted one or two of them.

The Interconnection

This morning I went to pathophysiology lecture.

Topics today are hypertension and hypotension.

It's said that one of he reasons of hypotension is due to ascetic practise.

Ascetic people has low level of stimulation on their sympathetic system, thus leading to decrease vessel tone and eventually hypotension.

Ascetic practise, as told in the class, is where a person behave very polite and decently.

This type of person lack stimulation, especially emotionally.

From what I understand ascetic doesn't engage in exhilarating activity.

Imagine that person who doesn't do sport, not even cheering on the sideline.

The person who look calm and composed all the time.

Ascetic in my lecturer opinion, after saying 'excuse me', is like someone who has no desire for women/men. (lust certainly activate the sympathetic system)

So, his advice is it's better to enjoy life (do you get the drift?make sure u get the right drift ok.)

So that you don't get the hypotension (ok, I made this sentence up)

Gambar sebagai hiasan semata-mata

After class I went back home and read post from fellow blogger.

Read it here (you have to read it so that u can decipher what I'm trying to tell you)

Tonight, on Facebook (ay, I'm busted.too much time online =p), my friend posted a video entitled terencat akal tapi hafal Al-Quran hebat.

I observe people in my free time.

It makes my brain thinks and wonder.

Most of the time, looking at people that I and the society regard as below standard i.e. visually impaired or bedridden or limping, I would first sympathise with them but usually I would leave, virtually saluting at them, of which many normal people fail to have me do the same to them.

It's wonderful how people that we regard as below standard can give us such valuable insight into life, getting us counting our blessing by being the 'below standard' them.

Let me give you a scene

Scene 1 : Florenc bus station information counter, Prague.

a man, obviously visually impaired, look as if he is kissing the computer screen, trying to find me the platform where the bus to Hradec Kralove would depart from. It takes him about 2 minutes, with alternating between kissing the screen and taking 3 breathers, to find it. He, is working.

Gambar sah ada kaitan

And this is the excerpt from holy Quran, taken from the first link, for you to ponder

"Did ye then think that We had created you in jest,
and that ye would not be brought back to Us (for account)?"
(Holy Qu'ran, 23:115)

I find it hard to make a definite comment on my opinions regarding this post.

I have it in my head but not on my fingertips.

So, I gather you would make a good interpretation out of it.

Stresujici

Monday, missed the message posted on Facebook.

Physical examination practical in hospital burned.

Wednesday, totally forgot about Czech class.

I really need bowling or boxing right now.

Luckily there's nothing that I can throw in this room.

Printer too big.

Boxes too heavy.

Pillows, too light, if thrown will produce below threshold effect.

Arghhhh, I'm very frustrated right now.

My own stuid, idiot fault.

Integrity

Back in 2008, I was not on the list of 50 people to take the entrance exam by my now university.

Because I was no 52.

And so it happened, most of students from the list backed off, enticed by India.

Since my then college had a complicated management, I was forced to sit for the entrance exam.

Had the offer come a week earlier, I would willingly take the exam.

The offer came when I was preparing for the final examination of my last semester and a week to the actual date of the entrance examination.

Obviously, I rejected the offer.

But I was accused of being ungrateful and things.

How am I supposed to be grateful when I'm the second choice?

Hel-lo

I didn't even have that much time to cover everything.

And since there's no way out, I was determined to make the best out of it.

I have to pass the entrance test.

In less than a week time, I went to the library and borrowed book for the first time since I registered.

more than 3 thick books in one go.

Gambar sah ada kaitan.

I stayed up and put my effort into it.

My friends supported me, lending me their laptop and were there to answer my questions.

I managed to get some phone numbers from my high school friend.

And I called whoever it is, asking about this and that, how to pass the entrance exam.

As suggested, I crammed my head with common names of chemicals.

We used IUPACS names in college.

And boy, really, change is hard.

He told me it's better to opt for physics rather than maths.

Higher chance to get the offer letter in your mailbox =p

My physics was bad, eversince high school.

But since I was determined to pass, I took the risk anyway.

And I was the only one from our batch who opted for physics.

Yes, I am saying that I put up a really good work for it and He helps me a lot.

And since He aproved of me going to Bohemia, I was among the 9 who passed the exam.

I was feeling very grateful and satistfied before someone in quest to comfort his then girlfriend who didn't make it, said shit about our success.

Apparently we were just lucky bunch, who passed with minimal effort.

I won't say the girl didn't work hard herself, in fact she worked hard all year long.

She was a very good girl, and still is.

But that boy was talking shits that made me stand up and defend myself.

My own bestfriend in college was taken by surprise regarding my reply to the accuse.

Well, never tickle a sleeping dragon.

Dan semalam, yang benar telah disuruh untuk menghadiri mesyuarat luar biasa CzeMSA (usah ditanya kenapa namanya luar biasa) di PRAGUE yang sepatutnya bermula pada pukul 8 PAGI.

Biasalah, memikul tugas sebagai bidan terjun bila yang lain menolak untuk pergi (kalau nak jadi doktor kena ada CV, akan ku tulis bidan terjun di bawah kategori pekerjaan dan kelebihan)

Pada awalnya yang benar merancang untuk menelaah subjek Immunology sepanjang mesyuarat berlangsung.

Gambar sekadar hiasan tapi macam ada kaitan.

Namun alhamdulillah, Allah hembuskan peringatan dalam hati.

Mengingatkan yang benar datang, walaupun sebagai bidan terjun, tetap datang mewakili rakan-rakan yang lain.

Dalam erti kata ringkasnya datang degan memegang amanah dan tanggungjawab kepada orang lain.

Dosa buat kat diri sendiri tak terjawab macam mana nak jawab dosa pecah amanah yang diberi orang kat akhirat nanti weh.

Maka dengan penuh keinsafan, buku immunology dibiarkan damai memeram di dalam beg, dan earphone un dicabut dari menyumbat telinga.

Setiap usul dan cadangan yang diketengahkan, yang benar menimangnya (ops, menimbangnya ialah perkataan yang lebih tepat) dengan penuh berhemah sekali.

Jika ada yang kurang difahami, yang benar bertanya dan berbincang dengan Kak Didi yang duduk di sisi yang benar.

Setiap kali pengundian dijalankan yang benar akan memilih, berdasarkan apa yang benar rasa bermanfaat dan dimahukan oleh rakan-rakan yang benar.

Dan yang benar sendiri agak terkejut bila mendapati diri sendiri, merujuk kepada perlembagaan persatuan *satu tepukan gemuruh untuk diri sendiri*

Mungkin pada orang lain di dalam dewan persidangan, yang benar tidak bangun membahaskan usul-usul yang dicadangkan.

Benar itu.

Sebab yang benar sedar yang benar ialah tidak lain dan tidak bukan, hanyalah bidan terjun.

Lagi pun takkan semua 100++ orang yang hadir dalam mesyuarat tu nak cakap kan.

Dah tu siapa pulak yang nak mendengar iya tak?

Dan alkisahnya bangunlah seorang hamba Allah yang tidaklah dikenali oleh yang benar.

Dan termasuk dalam pandangan hamba itu, kebanyakan orang yang berada di dalam mesyuarat itu hanya datang dan duduk.

Katanya lebih baik yang tidak bercakap ni duduk kat rumah saja.

Oh mungkin dia penat asyik-asyik hanya dia dan beberapa yang lain sahaja yang bercakap.

Namun, yang benar sangat marah dituduh sedemikian.

Betullah apa hamba itu cakap.

Balik duduk kat rumah lagi bagus.

Iyalah, kalau nak mengulangkaji pelajaran, nak dengar lagu dari Ipod, nak baca novel, bukankah lebih afdal untuk dilakukan sambil duduk di rumah.

Tapi salahnya hamba itu membuat generalisation.

Siapa yang tidak marah.

Yang benar bangun seawal 430 pagi dengan harapan dapat naik keretaapi pada pukul 6 pagi.

Menapak ke dewan persidangan sambil mengelak najis-najis anjing yang bersepah di atas jalan dari terkena baju kurung kerawang yang disayangi.

Duduk di dalam dewan yang dipenuhi oleh orang-orang yang kurang dikenali selama 4 jam sedangkan yang benar boleh sahaja menyelusuri jalan-jalan indah di kota raya Prague, bersama merapatkan hubungan dengan junior-junior sambil menurunkan petua bagaimana membeli barang degan potongan harga (petuanya ialah dengan muka tak malu, keluarkan kad ISIC dan tanya, can I get discount as a student?)

Memilih membaca perlembagaan persatuan dari membaca buku Immunology (siapa yang merasakan perlembagaan itu lebih menarik, sungguh kamu lebih pelik dari yang benar)

Alih-alih dituduh hanya duduk saja di dalam mesyuarat.

Mahu sahaja melastik mulut hamba itu.

Tapi yang benar sedar, baik yang benar lampiaskan kemarahan di dalam blog setelah yang benar mengisi perut dengan juadah enak di kedutaan, berkenal-kenalan dengan orang yang lebih rasional dalam berbicara serta bersosial dengan rakan-rakan yang dikasihi.

Bersama mereka yang dikasihi

Sekian sahaja dari yang benar.

By the way, originally I want to put "I Have to Make Myself Clear, and I Need You to Know This" as the title of this post.

Akhirkata, selamat meneruskan hidup di esok hari.

The Archer

In my quest to widen my horizon, I've crossed seas and lands.

I've met so many people along the way.

Learned many things and implemented the values that I collected along the way.

I'm always on the go, always moving forward, or maybe looking upwards is a more suitable expression.

I've changed in so many ways.

Fall too many times to be up and walking, or running again.

And He was there all the time.

Watching and guarding me.

Every moment I fall, every moment I stumble, every moment I threw cautions to the wind.

I was never abandoned.

And He decided that it's time to let me be more free.

Free in so many ways.

Free to explore.

Free to decide on my own.

Free as in free.

I am in any way possible, blessed.

To the point where I am considering to continue to be away.

Kacang lupakan kulit.

Guilty as charged.

Been too pampered with all the blessings and set out to gain more.

Lupa untuk menunduk, melihat ke bawah.

Melihat mereka yang masih tertindas, melihat mereka yang masih di situ sedang aku di sini berlari ria meneroka sini dan sana.

Them, with their limited dream, when mine, reaching infinity.

In this journey of mine, there are oints when I totally forget of these people.

These people who needs me, these people who needs you.

Direly.

Maka, kalau aku terlupa lagi, ingatkan aku, ada yang memerlukan di ceruk sana.

The roads to them won't be easy.

Yang pasti, yang tersurat, mereka amanah untuk aku dan untuk kamu.

Kecil Besar

tua muda

*merepek*

Hari ini saya beli baju saiz S.

Beberapa tahun kebelakangan ini, saya tidak penah memakai pakaian bersaiz S.

Sekian.

Broumovské Stěny

known as Broumov Walls in English.

After 2 years of resentment because I had to miss all 4 trips that were organized, I finally joined such a trip yesterday.

It's one of my goal, and something I really like to do and at the end of the trip, I must say that I'm beyond satisfied.

Not even the gloomy weather dampen my gratefulness.

The ship and the pig

We started off from train station, greeting new friends.

It's wonderful to exchange our views and knowledge, and yes, to know what happens to our tuition fees.

Anyway, the Czech student don't have to pay for their tuition.

And the reasons why we international student have to pay for our tuition and the reason why it keeps increasing in subsequent year is because, those money is what that keeps the faculty going.

Allocation by government wouldn't buy us those expensive toys (read: machines), and what is a medical school without expensive bulky machines.

Anyway, we hopped on two trains and then a bus to literally nowhere and began to go into the woods.

Pure, total nature!

~I'm the one who would go into forests, waddling into streams and lost between the trees instead of wandering the streets of Paris or go shopping in Prague.

First leg of the journey had me panting and my junior vomiting.

Luckily we have a vojak(he's a student sponsored by army force) in the group who helped us carry her bag.

I'm envious of the Czechs of course.

They are very fit and well versed of the nature.

Which means

~ they are ready to go when we just arrived and want to take many snaps (anyway, really they don't snap as many pics as we do)

~ they can stand at the end of the stone overlooking the planes down there and not having anyone to tell them "be careful!" endlessly

If you get what I mean

We had soups and pancakes at this chateau which have games' skins and horns on the walls, with big fireplace crackling behind our table and dark carved woods.

And for the cucur that I made, it's unbelievable that the tupperware got empty in no time.

Everyone had one at least, and no one have problem with the chillies in it.

The final leg of our journey was more slippery.

And when you are on a slippery trail I have an advice from my experience.

Never ever have PDA in front of anybody.

Do it when you are walking behind others pls.

Someone may fell and your PDA would be halted. =p

We climb onto this largest stones of all and the wind was blowing hard.

It was very calming up there, with the cool crisp wind on your sweating body.

And what's more, with other people around, enjoying the same bliss.

The stone mushrooms

One of the good things when you are hiking and walking with Czechs is that they will help you to get past those barking dogs.

I'm ok with dogs as long as it don't barks to me and given that it's small.

It didn't help yesterday when most who came along on trips with their owner is as large as a fox.

Oh the Czechs was informed that we had bad experiences with dogs back home.

Out of the woods, we came into 2 cows grazing and a stretch of road leading to glowing sunset ahead.

I know it was not a beautiful road, as stressed by the vojak (he says he can't find anything beautiful about that road)

the trees are bare, the sheeps just a few and there were rusty metal thingies in the fields.

Yes, it's not beautiful at all, but still I feel that it's a road that deserve my affection.

It's simply something in it's own way.

The beautifully agly road

I thought the havoc was over.

We had gone through roots and stones and pebbles and waters but no!!!!

There were two big dogs joining us at the small bus stop and some more people came.

We had a good time waiting with a heartwarming tug of war going on in the bus stop.

I have a good impression on Czechs.

On how they take their small kids on trips with them.

We wonder what is the smallest kid bringing on his small rucksack-his own nappies perhaps.

Isn't that a good idea?! =p

And when the 'bus' came, lo and behold!

It's a big van.

The one that's designed to carry less than 20 people.

The 'bus' set off with almost 50 smelly people (me included), kids included and 2 big dogs.

Thanks Allah, we survived that ride or else the title for tomorrow news would be something like this

"40 people died and 2 dogs traumatized when an overloaded van turned turtle"

Matthew even spell HELP on the misty window and Martin the leader keep counting the time when we would be free from that 'bus'.

I treat the journey as an experience.

A valueable one.

We dropped off those additions and sped up to catch with the train.

At one time, we were parallel with the moving train (what they did in the movie also happened to me!) and we waved it to slow down (and of course they didn't notice us)

The driver was great and we managed to catch that train and didn't have to sleep in the small train station.

I parted off, happy with the day that gave me many new insights, valueable experiences, new acquaintances and lotsa ponderings.

The nature is indeed great to be with and I'm already thinking about the next trip, hoping that I can join it and have my studies alright.

Winter Is Coming!!!!!

They have taken away all those wooden terraces outside restaurants a fortnight ago.

And today, my nose bled.

Which means, it's officially winter!

@_@

Sakit Hati?

Gambar sekadar hiasan. Ihsan Cik Dalila.

Note : this entry is reposted from our blog and written by me. I hope to share it over here too.

Assalamualaikum dan salam sejahtera.

Maaf lama tidak menulis/menaip.

Alhamdulillah hari ini mendapat idea untuk dikongsi bersama.

Tadi pagi berlatih bola keranjang bersama dengan yang lain.

Suka!saya sangat suka bersukan ya.

Kalau ada bola baling, jangan lupa merisik kalau saya nak jadi penjaga gol

Oh ok, kembali ke topik asal.

Dipendekkan cerita yang tidaklah begitu panjang, cik Winnie telah merasa sakit di bahagian abdomen belah kanan.

Biasalah budak perubatan, macam-macam teori dikeluarkan kami.

Appendiks la, kemudian meleret ke diaphragm(bahasa Melayunya apa ya?) dan seterusnya ke hati.

Menurut kak Noleq, sakit hati tak boleh dirasa

Sakit hati di sini merujuk kepada masalah hati seperti kegagalan hati, dan cirrhosis.

Bukanlah sakit hati subjektif macam sakit hati kena perli dsb.

Oh benarkah?saya agak tertarik dengan pernyataan itu.

Sememangnya saya tidaklah tahu kalau ada masalah hati adakah kita akan berasa sakit atau tidak dan tidak pernah pula terfikir adakah dirasai kesakitan dari penyakit hati itu (maaf, saya rasa ayat saya terbelit, namun harap anda faham apa yang cuba saya terangkan)

Tapi saya tahu, kalau kita ada masalah jantung, kita dapat merasakan kesakitan or the feeling of something itself.

akan merasa sakit bila kena serangan jantung

Sakit yang asal dari jantung turut dipancarkan ke lengan kiri

Jika perut kita terlebih asid, kita akan sakit perut

Rupa-rupanya masalah hati sakitnya tidak terzahir pada deria kita.

Sebabnya tiada saraf yang istimewa khas untuk menyampaikan maklumat sakit dari hati.

Sebab apa ya saraf itu tiada?

Saya telah diajar, sakit itu perlu supaya kita dapat bertindak untuk menyelamatkan diri kita dari mudarat.

Contohnya, kalau tangan terkena seterika panas, bayangkan kalau rasa sakit itu tidak wujud, sampai kesudah kita tidak sedar yang seterika panas itu telah memudaratkan sebahagian besar jari kita.

Jadi sakit itu nikmat, setuju tak?

Tapi kenapa hati tidak memancarkan rasa sakit?

Jom kita ulang kaji fisiologi dan biokimia.

Hati merupakan organ yang fascinating bak kata Inggerisnya.

Mempunyai kemampuan untuk regenerasi yang menakjubkan.

Ini disebabkan fungsi hati itu sendiri yang banyak menyebabkan sel-sel hati termusnah.

There are the toxics, there are the multiple functions to serve.

Yes, liver is no doubt the most efficient multitasking organ in my opinion.

Jadi pada pandangan saya, disebabkan oleh faktor tugasnya yang memerlukan hati didedahkan dengan bahan toksik ditambah pula dengan reputasi hati sebagai organ yang paling tinggi suhunya di dalam badan (40 darjah selsius), logiklah sekiranya hati tidak dibekalkan dengan sense's nerve ending.

Mampukah kita merasakan sakit sepanjang masa yang disebabkan oleh kehadiran bahan toksik di dalam hati yang mempunyai deria rasa?

Betapa teraturnya perancangan Allah.

Hati itu sendiri sedang berbicara dengan kita tentang kehebatan Allah (celup dan modifikasi ayat Kak Lene)

Akhir kalam, jangan jadi seperti lilin yang membakar dirinya sendiri untuk menerangi orang lain. Lilin akhirnya terkorban untuk memberikan nyalaan tak seberapa kepada orang lain.

But be like the liver which detoxifies for the benefit of other organs yet still regenerating and rejuvenating itself.

Sesungguhnya dalam penciptaan langit dan bumi, silih bergantinya malam dan

siang, bahtera yang berlayar di laut membawa apa yang berguna bagi manusia, dan apa yang

Allah turunkan dari langit berupa air, lalu dengan air itu Dia hidupkan bumi sesudah mati

(kering)-nya dan Dia sebarkan di bumi itu segala jenis hewan, dan pengisaran angin dan awan

yang dikendalikan antara langit dan bumi; sungguh (terdapat) tanda-tanda (keesaan dan

kebesaran Allah) bagi kaum yang memikirkan. (QS. Al Baqarah [2]:164).

Love your liver, stay clear of beer ^,^

From Myself To Me

Jangan jadi seperti lilin yang membakar dirinya sendiri untuk menerangi orang lain. Lilin akhirnya terkorban untuk memberikan nyalaan tak seberapa kepada orang lain.

But be like the liver which detoxifies for the benefit of other organs yet still regenerating and rejuvenating itself.

Mode : crisp, blessed autumn.Alhamdulillah.

Mak

Miles and miles of empty space in between us
The telephone can't take the place of your smile
But you know I won't be travelin' forever
It's cold out but hold out and do I like I do

-Celine Dion, When I Need You-

To all the years that we passed and to the many more to come.

I'll be away most of the time, for that is the path that I choose to lead.

But I always carry you in me, because you are a part of me.

and I love you, I always do =')

Today I Realise

that only doctor can stare at a stranger's chest (read : whatever part of the body) without having to feel guilty.

What's more, doctors are paid for it.

No, I'm not being pervert here.

Just am amused. =P

Kelas Bahasa Melayu 2005

Note : This was typed after I attended a BBQ party at my high school last summer holiday.

Lencana di dewan besar SMSTSSS. Gambar dari Assila Ibrahim.

Mode :

~ semalam melawat sekolah, maka terimbas memori lalu

Di tingkatan 4 Bestari, guru yang mengajar BM merangkap Master of Ceremony sekolah ditakdirkan mengajar kami bahasa Melayu.

Keeeeesimpulannya, kelas berkenaan merupakan antara kelas yang paling melucukan di antara semua kelas yang pernah saya hadiri sepanjang hidup setakat ini.

Untuk kelas BM, beberapa pegawai dilantik oleh guru BM kami.

Tugas pegawai ialah

~ pergi ke bilik guru seraya mengingatkan cikgu BM kelas akan bermula

~ menolong mengangkat apa yang patut

~ menulis tajuk yang akan diajar besar-besar di papan putih

~ memeriksa dan mengumumkan darjah kepanasan rakan-rakan

Pegawai-pegawai dipilih dari antara pelajar yang disukai secara persendirian oleh cikgu BM dan mereka juga diberi beberapa keistimewaan dan ole-ole di hujung tahun.

Apabila guru BM sedang dalam perjalanan ke kelas 4 Bestari,beliau akan menuruni tangga yang elegan dan kami perlu mengetahui sekiranya guru BM telah berada di tangga berkenaan (susunan meja adalah membelakangkan kawasan tangga)

Sebahagian warga 4 Bestari sebelum kelas dinaiktaraf. Gambar dari rakan sekelas.

Kami perlu berdiri sebelum beliau memasuki kelas

Salam diberi mengikut lenggok suara yang dipersetujui bersama dan pelajar hanya duduk apabila beliau membengkokkan kedua dua tapak tangan beliau secara berseragam.

Sesi seterusnya ialah sesi melaporkan kekuatan oleh ketua kelas

Tiada apa yang lebih susah pada waktu itu kecuali menahan ketawa (apabila anda terpaksa duduk di belakang orang yang ketawa dalam diam sehingga terhinggut-hinggut bahu) ~inilah keadaan apabila seisi kelas yang berpesonaliti kanak-kanak tadika terpaksa menyembunyikan identiti sebenar dan diganti dengan personaliti bagaikan protokol di istana. (perumpamaan agak hiperbola)

Kelas kami mempunyai pelan kedudukan (didokumentasikan di atas kertas) dan kesalahan menduduki tempat yang bukan hak milik anda boleh dikenakan hukuman yang berat mahupun ringan berdasarkan penilaian yang dibuat.

Contoh : jika anda anak pegawai JPN, tidak mengapa. Jika anda Nurlina Binti Wanshah, jaga2!

Kelas adalah sangat berinformatif dan melucukan.

Kerja rumusan perlu dirumuskan dengan perkataan keeeesimpulannnya (amaran :perkaan seperti konklusinya, rumusannya tidak boleh sama sekali digunakan)

Memandangkan kelas dijalankan berkonsepkan varsiti, pelajar tidak perlu bangun untuk bertanyakan soalan mahupun ketika memberi jawapan.

Sekiranya tepukan tangan diperlukan seperti selepas rakan mendeklamasikan sajak, tepukan perlu diberi ala parlimen iaitu perlu menepuk meja. Saya rindu sungguh nak menepuk meja sekarang =(

Peperiksaan Bahasa Melayu pula dijalankan secara bertulis dan lisan.

Pernah saya tidak sempat menulis nama penuh memandangkan waktu telah tamat, oleh itu saya mendapat nama baru : Li binti Na.

Kertas kajang perlu diikat tidak terlalu ketat ya.

Jangan risau, nama itu masih kedengaran enak jika dibandingkan dengan nama-nama lain

Dalam kelas saya terdapat

~ anak laut : kerana tembok belakang rumah terkena tsunami.

~ gajah Tok Mia : cerita ini agak panjang.sememangnya seluruh isi kelas 4 Bestari 2005 secara automatik akan senyap ketika kelas BM (baca : kurang bertanya, banyak mendengar dan ini tertakluk kepada kelas BM sahaja). Pada suatu hari, seperti kebiasaannya rakan ini riuh-riuhan dengan yang lain, dan ditakdirkan cikgu BM rupa-rupanya sedang meneropong dari tingkap belakang. Cikgu BM lalu menamakan beliau gajah Tok Mia.

Suasana 4 Bestari setelah kelas dinaiktaraf ~ pendingin hawa, lantai jubin, tingkap gelap, bidai, cat baru. Hasilnya, dicemburui rakan-rakan kelas lain.

~ benang emas

~ anak pegawai JPN

dan di dalam kelas BM kami menemui kelebihan masing-masing dalam bidang penulisan

ada yang menulis menggunakan times new roman

ada juga yang menulis menggunakan tulisan hieroglif.

seorang rakan yang juga merupakan rakan sekolah rendah saya mempunyai tulisan yang cantik dibaca. namun disebabkan huruf y yang ditulis beliau mempunyai ekor yang slightly curvy, tulisan beliau digelar tulisan yunani oleh guru ini.

ujian lisan merupakan ujian yang paling mendebarkan

Tetapi berkat ujian kepanasan tangan sebelum bercakap di hadapan, segalanya berlaku dengan hati yang senang.

Pegawai akan memeriksa kepanasan tangan rakan pelajar

Indikasinya hanya dua

~ panas membara

~ sejuk-sejuk penjuin

Setahun kelas BM saya lalui dengan penuh kesabaran.

Sungguh saya sangat bersyukur diberi peluang menghadiri kelas BM sepanjang 2005.

Saya bukanlah anak pegawai JPN namun saya bukan juga anak laut

Pernah ditilik akan merampas suami orang bila dewasa (kerana duduk di tempat hadapan kepunyaan kawan saya yang sakit yang sedang berada di sickbay)

Berkat melepasi kelas BM 2005, kami sekelas boleh riang gembira menyanyikan lagu terima kasih cikgu mengikut melodi lagu hari jadi kepada guru ragbi yang juga guru BM bagi 5 Bestari tahun 2006.

Gambar kelas 5 Bestari 2006. Tiada dalam gambar, Prem Kumar. Hilang entah ke mana.

Kesimpulannya, saya gembira pernah menjadi kawan rapat 2 orang pegawai yang paling disayangi. (motif???apakah??? =p)

Hampir terlupa, salah satu benda yang saya suka tentang kelas Bahasa Melayu ialah pantun. Walupun sudah hampir 4 tahun meninggalkan bangku persekolahan masih merindui budaya berpantun di sekolah. Mungkin kenangan pantun boleh diabadikan pada post akan datang.

First Day of Third Year

I was overhelmed when I stepped into the brand new lecture hall.

Parquet floor, plush seats and great ambience.

Imagine plywood box, that's how it looks like.

Makes me totally forget the rain and grey outside.

There are new additions to the batch.

A friend transferred to Prague so, there's minus in our class too.

However a great deal of people decided to extend their holiday so the class was pretty empty.

So, nobody actually says welcome to third year but I'm gonna pretend someone says that to me.

This school year seems to be promising, subjects are more exciting and more hardwork is needed.

When for a great deal of people, third year spells final year and promises a graduation at the end, for us, it represents the first half of university life.

Yes, a looong way to go.

I'm kinda law abiding student so I came early today and got busy the moment I get hold of my Pilot pen.

Unfortunately for us who decided to honour the first day, the lecturer decided to skip some essential talks and save it to another session when everybody will be present.

Whatever happen to gardens are not made by sitting in the shade.

Well, kiamat sudah dekat.

Dunia sudah terbalik.

Conclusion is, I wish that I enjoy every seconds of school and work and get the best out of it. Amin.

Btw, summer holiday was beyond great.

Had tonnes of rambutans, mom's cooking, hugs and kisses.

So, it time for school!

Jintan Manis, Jintan Masam, Jintan Masin

I'm or I was always a failure in the kitchen.

Since my help in Penang is limited to cutting onions and the likes, my knowledge doesn't go that far.

I don't really know which stuff goes first, and what's this seed is called.

When I was home this summer, I was asked to go buy jintan manis.

Since I have no idea how it looks like, and the spices sold in our grocery have no label, I just play safe and tell the grocer to go get me one since I don't know which one is jintan manis.

I caught sight of a nearby young woman look of disbelief.

And for the past 2 years, my cooking is very basic.

And since we love to pick and throw almost every familiar packet into the trolley, I get to know what this seed is called.

In Czech language of course.

At first, things were fine, until today.

Since I have picked up a considerably good skill from observing my mom at kitchen this summer, and annoyed her with questions regarding taxonomy of the seed and powder in our kitchen, I kinda know what really goes into this pot to produce wonder.

But my memory is so bad that I forgot them.

Gambar sekadar hiasan dari savagechickens.com

Honestly, most of the time, I rely on internet for recipes.

It is practical and doesn't babble back to me. =p

Problem arises when the website gives me ingredients in Malay.

Or maybe, the problem is, I maybe know the names of all the spices in my rack, except that I know some in Czech, some in English and a hand-not-full in Malay.

U get the drift?

So, when I decided to do some research and make an english-malay-czech dictionary of spices, it fails, big time.

I couldn't believe it that there's a mixed up of names, especially regarding Malay-English names.

I hope someone makes me a pictorial list of spices in English-Malay.

Can ah?

Summer Practise

I was located in the Gerontology and Metabolism ICU with the other 3 for 5 days in our faculty hospital.

If you wonder what is gerontology it's something to do with healthcare for the elderly.

When the other 3 boys were playing with babies, we, 3 girls and 1 boy were taking great care of the elderly.

Basically babies and old people are the same.

They need care from other people.

The difference on the other hand stretch from both ends of the building.

For instance, a baby's surface area is small compared to his gramps and they are lighter too, the babies.

Basically, we learned the hardship of a nurse.

Washing the patient means patting the body with wet towel, applying oil and whats not.

The hard part is of course the smell and on the last day, we were presented with poo. TWICE.

And no, we didn't take care of that.

The nurse did. and it's an admirable act.

We pricked fingers, sucked drainage from the trachea, recorded things and watched procedures.

It's an opportunity that you get when having practicum over here.

First hand experience

Most of the patient have urinary cathether and tracheotomy.

Tracheotomy is an act of making a hole in your neck to provide better ventilation.

Old age has taken it toll on them.

Most have paper skin, bedsores and bruises.

Of all the patients, Mrs. Bohad* would be the most remembered one.

At 82, she suffers from Alzheimer.

She kept taking off the device for measuring oxygen saturation from her ears.

And she likes men.

She would be surprised when you tell her that she is in the hospital.

You see, she thinks that she is in the train station in some town.

We had the opportunity to witness how they remove her gallstone.

Taking care of the old people certainly is not an easy job.

Gargantuan patience is needed.

It tests your personality.

For me, I learned some shortcomings that I have.

5 days swooshed by and I must say I'm glad that it's all over.

I'll talk about the procedures that we witnessed in upcoming posts.

Maybe. =)

Láska, apa tu?

Heartless.

Yes I am.

Leaving On A Jet Plane

Been back to Bohemia and is assigned to gerontology and metabolism unit.

What a coincidence.

My own treasured granduncle is critical back home and has amnesia.

The news reached me few hours before I'm assigned to the olds.

I can't stop thinking how is his condition after seeing all the patients today.

Oddly, this time the flying gets my cool, simply because I have to leave the loves behind.

But I believe that He has planned it well.

The families are bonding back home and I'll do my part over here.

Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri

Eid Mubarak =)

Selamat Hari Lahir Malaysia

It has been 53 years.

Thank you Allah for my motherland

Thank you for everything and I mean everything

The service and the place where I was born.

The adventurous and wonderful childhood that I had on this land.

The education that I received.

The abundant of food and clean water.

Even for the horrible things that keep appearing in the medias.

Ones will never grow finely if ones never be tested.

I wish for more bright years to come

For more 31st August that I can be thankful upon.

=)

Bakery Lina 2

Turns out my attempt at baking worth it.

I got orders.

Mind the plural.

=) =) =) =) =) =)

An order for my less sugar, less sweetened milk steamed chocolate cake.

An order for my obese sausage rolls.

Sometimes I think to be in love is a stupid thing.

Because u will fall out of love.

It's excruciating to watch people suffer because of love, to watch they sin because of love.

Or maybe love is a pure and tender except that people has taken to define love in a completely wrong perspective.

It presents love as rough, no self respect, sacrificing too much and everything negative.

But I know, love is a beautiful thing, only if you know what love truly is, and you don't have to suffer.

Bakery Lina

I'm not a good cook or baker.

If my first attempt taste heavenly, don't expect same thing will happen to my second, to taste the same deliciousness is a blessing since second attempt most likely to turn disastrous.

Few comments from my abah

- my fried fish is comparable to fish crackers

- I would boil everything up to produce a pot of curry instead of stir frying the pastes first ~ he exaggerated a little of course. I will of course stir fry my pastes first, but it's true that I might as well chuck everything into the pot after that and let 'em boil =(

- I'm allowed to only fry eggs and pappadums/crackers. and he means it.

So since I'm not allowed to make even a meal, I resorted to baking.

First thing I baked was pavlova and that was a year ago.

So this summer break, my first baking project would be sausage rolls and mini bun.

Feedback?

It was half disastrous.

I don't know up to now if I'm supposed to sift the flour or not.

My yeast died.TWICE! ~ which means I chuck quite generous amount of dough into the bin.

Instead of brushing egg on the dough, I half-dunked each of them in the beaten egg.

So these are what I produced.

On me mom birthday, I was thinking of buying a cake.

Baking one is certainly not my thing.

I'm paranoid about the amount of sugar, egg, butter or margarine that are required.

But since me mom insisted that I steam her a chocolate cake on her birthday, I had no other choice.

Feed back?

I forgot step 4 and jumped onto 5 instead. So I had to return to square one.

The ingredients required scare me ~ a cup of thick sweetened milk, a cup of cooking vegetable oil, eggs and somemore sugar.

I shed off some sugar, and cut the amount of thick milk and oil.

It turned out good. Well, at least I think it did.

Since it was steamed, it is moist.

Since I reduced the amount of many things, it tastes slightly bitter, like dark chocolate.

I heard complaints that it's not sweet enough but well, it was gone in 24 hours.

Today, I'm making doughnut.

I've been stressed out.

Dumped my first mixture into the bin.

I forgot to sift the flour and mom said I must put bit by bit of yeast into the warm milk instead of throwing the whole packet into the warm milk.

I'm waiting for the dough to rise.

And we better hope that today's project turns out perfect.

If not, I may not be baking until I return to my own (my friends' too) kitchen in Hradec Kralove.

Seriously, if u are in my place, u will consider to do the same.

I have 2 XYs in this household who have a foots-long list of comments on my domestic skill.

And their feedbacks have never been good and when u get too much of negative feedback (lasting half a day at average for each session and u get that in every project), U'll stop doing the thing or else, someone might have to seek medical treatment because he has been thrown with dough (and let's hope the dough is hardrock.)

Catching Up

on things that I missed.

As a girl who grew up in a seaside settlement, plus that it's surrounded by lush greeneries

I believe it is a point for for me to have to know things like what is this fish called, the tides and some survival tips in the jungle.

These are some interesting things that the generation before knows them like current generation know how to operate a mobile phone. - This ia just an analogy btw.

Abah told me, if u want to catch or eat crabs, make sure crabs are caught when it is full moon.

This species who doesn't know how to walk straight even with 8 feet plus 2 claws is very fleshy during full moon.

And do you know, when the water is muddy (sea water I mean), itv tells us that the current sweep from the bottom.

Which is dangerous.

Superficial current would be dangerous for swimmer and profundus current (current from the bottom) would posseses hazard to both swimmer and diver alike.

And high or low tide is determined by moon.

From my view, the moon is visible in the morning and we have high tides in the morning taky.

Enough with the sea, yesterday I asked abah about snakes and bamboo.

In here, where it's humid and hot, snakes love to be in the bamboo clumps, simply because it's cool over there.

But bamboo is also the snakes' weakness.

In a more complicated explanation, you have a higher prospect to win over a snake when you beat it with a bamboo compared to when you throw a chunk of heavy wood at it, provided that you hit the target(that yucky,evil snake I mean)

I hope I can learn more about this and that.

They are so interesting.

What's Left of Yesterday

I'm sure, for everyone, there must be a place or two that is/are dear to our heart, a place that we value eventhough it's already vanished.

The place can be our childhood hometown, our school or wherever we ever passed our time.

It is a place where you did those and those with people whom you love or come to treasure.

Let me take my childhood hometown as an example.

I grew up in a bay surrounded by rolling hills.

Nothing could be so perfect.

The glowing sunset.

The mornings to school.

The wet market. (along with the coloured chicks)

The beach with the sea and stary night.

That feel of a seaside settlement.

It's small and it provided me with a great childhood.

It's a place where I lived my life at the most minimal yet never I felt that things aren't enough.

In fact everything was abundant, the sea, the sand, the cousins, the fishing line, the frequent trips to secluded bay with families.

The bay that we used to go to ~ Teluk Duyung aka Monkey Beach

It's a place where I discovered my passion for books and nature.

A place where I met that an-ear-studded Stevey.

The place where my brother would roll his tongue and hands with the mildly smashing waves (only he and he knows how to do those)

I love my elementary life.

But I've lost a great deal of what happened during my elementary.

In fact, I recognise only a few fellow students from my elementary class.

I remember participating in every quiz that I could get my pencil and paper on.

I remember sacrificing my recess time to chase my friends in acilut or ice-water.

Oh and that circle that we formed to just step on each other white shoes in pepsi-cola

and the stupidiest of them all, chasing after grasshoppers under the scorching sun.

That's the life in elementary.

As a kid, most of the time outside school, I was out and about with my cousins.

By the river fishing out ikan pelukang - once, my Mak Lang came chasing after us. Anwar was badly rattaned after that

In ayaq-acaq area, removing banana trunk to harvest a canful of fat worms for fishing.

In the bushes digging out a large tapioca for eternity just to forget it in the very bush.

Or on my Pak Lang boat, fishing for a salt water fish when we grow tired of the river - this however is danger area due to our uncle who regularly patrons that jetty.

This is the jetty

Life was full of colors.

and it was great, no doubt.

So, it's normal for me to have that sense of longing after my family moved to Bayan Lepas.

I kept coming back during my high school years.

I reconnected with the place, but unfortunately, not with the people.

Friends from elementary are still there but there's no way for me to contact them, and the reasons are not strong enough. (however, thanks to Facebook, we reconnected, yippie!)

My cousins follows in their elder siblings path.

I have two other cousins the same age as me, both never attend high school.

When the place aged.

When the friends get married, some even already have child!

When the school changed almost 80%.

When the barrack beside our old home is occupied by 100% new faces.

I realise the place that is dear to me already slipped by.

But I'm glad the memories live on. =)

First photo from flickr.

Second photo from flickr too.

In Memory Of

my dad's disabled friend who passed away few months ago.

As a kid, my life outside our bay would cover swimming pools where my dad worked part time, my aunt's, my uncle's, my greatuncles'/greataunt's, home for the disabled and a house owned by Chinese mother and son.

The latter two where I would pass my time contemplating things as a kid whilst my dad played dam haji with his disabled friend.

My dad friend is a chinese man, slightly older than my dad and is confined to his wheelchair.

He alternated between home for the disabled and his mother's.

He maked sounds rather than speaking but I know my father did understand him after years of playing dam aji with him.

Now as a young lady, I realise how significant was our handshake and his gestures.

How he managed to greet me, a kid who usually adult don't greet, with his limited mobility.

He always smile, showing his kinda ugly teeth ^.^

When he won, he would 'laugh' with delight and when abah won, I heard grumblings.

He would put the piece in a way that u can hear it thuds loudly.

Thanks to him, at a young age, I was exposed to how some people are born physically deficit than others but still manage to keep living and making the most out of their inability.

When we were at the home, I would gaze at the pool, thinking how they put the disables in it.

That home was occupied by Chinese and Indians but weird how I didn't feel left out.

Occupants painted, some with their foot

Played piano

Assembled beads into bracelet or necklaces

Everyone did something, it's hard to find someone in a sombre mood at the common hall (well, maybe the ones that's feeling down was in the dormitory)

And everything went on at a slower pace than normal

Has I been older, maybe I would contemplate even more things but I wonder if I would agree to follow me dad if I has been older. hehehe.

It wasn't sugary sweet all the time.

There were times when dad's friend is in bad shape, but he amazingly turned gay when abah come.

And there were times when I became really annoyed because I didn't know how long I need to wait somemore (the games lasted for eternity)

But thanks Allah, as I could remember, the most I managed is making faces.

Mak told me about the passing of this friend of my dad.

They were friends since abah was a kid himself.

When abah got married to mak, the mother of this friend greet me mom in the shop, asked her whether me mom has been keeping me dad busy that me dad has not been to play with his son.

My perplexed mother went home and as a kid, I never hear or see me mom complaining about me dad passing times witht his friend.

Instead, we siblings were asked to follow abah.

It's a rare oppourtunity to find such a friendship nowadays.

It's being interracial, normal-disable, and importantly, being nearly a lifelong ones

I fell so fortunate to witness it.

p/s : Image from google image