lost:(

i think all artline pens are against me. I just lost my art pen last week in the lecture room. And today I'm searching for my newly-bought art pen and I can't find it again!:'(

*sadness*... maybe this is a sign to stop spending too much time on using my artline pen...

lesson learnt

Two day weekdays are oh so o-some:D Interesting this week we had a 5 day holiday and 2 days for classes... just started on thursday and before you know it, it's finally friday!:)

I learnt an extremely invaluable lesson on thursday. Okay, first of all, I've lost the habit of doodling on my notes now that I'm in college. Because I sit allll the way at the front all the time and the lecturer can always peek at what I'm writing. And also because I have to take down notes allll the ime. And because if I miss anything, it is really hazardous (yes, hazardous) for moi.

And IF i DO start doodling again, I know I'll be reminded not to; one way or another. Allah taught me to respect the lecturer upfront.

It all began on Thursday... during pengajian malaysia. Well, cut the long story short, we were having presentations on the rebelling of the orang melayu terhadap penjajahan british. So each group had to present on a state's rebelling. Ours was selangor and there was something about lanun. Kaktqa made the multimedia presentation so she made it all pretty with pictures and everything. I got kinda attracted to the image of the pirate that i started drawing on the same paper as my mindmap notes; considering I've been holding back from drawing for sooo long...

At the end of the class while Ms Haliza was commenting on our presentations, she started talking about note-taking and suddenly she took up my paper (since I was sitting at the front) to show everyone about effectiveness of mindmaps; while i started in horror at my superly handsome pirate-manga at the bottom left of my paper. I cringed and closed my eyes and just stared hopelessly at kaktqa next to me as she (kaktqa) laughed. So I didn't get to hear a word of what Ms Haliza said but I don't think she commented anything about it.

After that, i vowed never to doodle or sketch in class again. Allah has taught me in a subtle way of being more attentive in class. This is to share a great lesson; about respect, paying attention and not drawing on your notes while sitting in front.

me?

As analyzed by a friend. Comment if this really sounds like the person I am:

Expansiveness, visionary, adventure, the constructive use of freedom

She can do so many things well. She is good at presenting ideas and knowing how to approach people to get what she wants. Whatever she does, she is clever, analytical, and a very quick thinker.
Her restless and impatient attitude may keep her from staying with any project for too long. Sometimes she can be rather erratic and scatter herself and her energies.

She has especially high intelligence, with an unusual perception and awareness. She is a very capable person and she possesses special leadership abilities that she can and should develop. People respect her and recognize her superior foresight and vision.

She dreams of being a leader and one who is in charge. She wants to be known for her courage, daring, and original ideas. She seeks unconquered heights. People may get a first impression that she are very aggressive and sure of herself.

plasmodesmata

I know it's such an unrelated title but this was the exact word I've been searching for on the tip of my tongue for the past 3 days. Ever since I saw Syarif's mindmap on cell structure, I kept thinking of the word for the cell 'glue' to hold the plant cells together. I was looking for THIS word but apparently, the meaning does not connect to the term. Plasmodesmata is the channel between adjacent cells.

We once named a cat which kept coming to the college Modes. As in Mo.des. Not modes the whole word. Because we've just learnt about plant cell structure that time. I was trying to recall the cat's name. Finally my neurons synapsed at the right connections.

Anyways, finally got to meet with THE iman azman. I make her sound like a celebrity; but yeah, she is one to me:) Did the usual stuff... save the world, eradicate poverty... though perhaps on a smaller scale. I saved her from her world of boredom with boggle... and she eradicated my temporary poverty with cookies and camaraderie:)

I've learnt my lesson through the hard way not to have lunch with two too intelligent people who enjoys speaking against certain cultures. You two shall never have a meal together again.

Nevertheless, I shalt live with it. Thank you for the day sayang^^

how to make a beetle

Siraj is an absolute expert in making origamis. He's been doing it so many times from books, magazines and manuals that now, he can come out with his own. So we've been urging him to compile all his masterpieces into a book:)

So last night he finally came out with:

How to make a Beetle.

I couldn't help but smile and laugh at his really unique style of steps. I guess that's his niche then eyh:) I love steps 5 and 6:P

Aaaand that's half of the steps to completion but this is how it ends up at the end!:D

Impressive eyh?;)

rat slicing day

The inevitable day has arrived.

Cannot believe I woke up this morning with stomach pains. And half asleep trying to get 3 assignments done in one night. Just thought it could not get any worse when I remembered that it's Rat-Slicing Day.

My housemates making jokes when I was eating breakfast like saying things like "Imagine crunching the rat bones" and squealing with glee that we're dissecting rodents. How more exciting can it be?

It sounds all dramatic but yeah, it went surprisingly well. To be honest, it got interesting after I got over the "omg we're gonna cut through a living -fainted- animal and inspect its insides" phase.

Cut the skin, cut off the layer and all the organs spilled out. Started prodding and fingering the digestive system when we (me and my partner) realized we're supposed to identify them. Managed to pinpoint most of the organs but missed out a few. It's difficult to be able to identify them when they're all piled up on top of each other and all mixed up. You'd have thought the small and large intestines can be differentiated with their size and length but noOoOoo they're both the same colour and everything. And so we had to trace all the way from the stomach through the intestines to note which is ACTUALLY the small intestines. We had to identify them infront of our lab instructor and missed out on finding the bile duct and pancreas. Mistook the pancreas for the spleen. Oh well.

Something really amazing we saw was that the heart was still beating. MashaAllah...


1 dissection down, 2 more to go. Thank you to those who have prayed I survived through this ordeal.

insane things to keep sane

It's so funny that I have to write a few posts on ONE day concerning my previous week. Iman, this is to make up for all those other unposted blogs. Now u can't scream at me anymore:P

WEDNESDAY 23rd Jan 2009

Tomorrow would be a no-core subject class so as always, we would have a relaxing assignment-free evening. Class ended early for once (wednesdays are always the most horrifying LONGEST day 8am-6pm) at 4pm so we (my housemates) decided to have an early dinner together. After that suddenly kaktqa went "jom buat nakal skit hari ni."

And apparently her buat nakal is to eat ice cream. So we all went to the kedai runcit closeby and each got ice cream. Went into qila's car (all 7 of us sardinely squeezed in her proton saga) and suddenly najah went "Let's go to the park!"
So off we went. I think if people saw us, they would be thinking we have just been released from the mental asylum. Or that we've never seen a park before. At first we finished off our melting ice creams and after that started running around up and down grassy hills barefooted. Kicked of our shoes and climbed the huge "garden clock" structure. At one point, I got caught in between the minute hand and this short hedge... Sprang out just in time and rolled all over the grass Lol. Jumped here and there and laughed like there's no tomorrow. It's good to do crazy things sometimes. Its ironic but perhaps its the insane things that keep you sane:)
More pictures I wanted to put up but they are with alina... Will post them up once I get my hands on them:)

Tuesday 20/01/2009

I’ve been coughing for the past few days. This morning when Najah saw me she commented “Are you well enough to go to class today?” And then Kaktqa gave me a spoonful of honey and more or less 6 (SIX!) supplements to swallow down. Ahh, how blessed I am to have such concerned housemates.

We had chemistry lab as our first class and there was a horrendously pungent smell the moment we stepped in. Apparently, the lab rats for this Friday’s bio experiment have already been... purchased. I felt nauseous for the first few minutes, and felt like throwing up... I think there were about 50 of them all together. White mice. Lazing, lounging just lying there... waiting for their demise... Bunched on top of each other probably already knowing what their fate has come to: being dissected by foundation students so that we can learn about the digestive system to ultimately learn how to save people’s lives. Friday, please let me live.



After an early dinner with my housemates, I was already so excited and happy because I hardly coughed the whole day. So ignorantly, I accepted Alina’s treat to an ice cream!:) I should have known better. Upon reaching home, I started coughing violently again and feeling slightly feverish. I never learn.

pray i survive

Oh how blessed a feeling it is to know that someone opens my blogsite everyday. I am beyond honoured:) thank you sayang^^ My apologies to all those people who keep telling me to update. I am only able to update during weekends. I prefer that my weekdays are for my studies and assignments. There are countless.

Yesteryday I felt like vomiting. Today, not so, but perhaps next friday I may again. Right now we're learning the digestive system and our lab experiment next week is to look at the digestive system. Of rats. Yes, we shall be dissecting rodents. We were reviewing ways on using the scalpel and blades and what to do during the dissection and I couldn't stand looking at the pictures (my mom will retort: macam mane nak jadi doktor ni? lol). Mr Eric says whatever happens, do not scream or run around in the lab. Kak tqa says once, during a rat dissection when they were about to do the incision, her friend's lab rat woke up and sat up and started to sniff around. That would be my ultimate nightmare. Please please Allah let me survive through this experiment.

On a lighter note, I attended Toastmaters today. My dad set the theme as "Art of Culinary" instead of the mundane normal meetings. He even dressed for the occasion and as always, many things I have learned during these get-togethers. I especially like this Chinese saying which goes "Your tongue can paint what your eyes cannot see."


Tomorrow will be attending "Save the Palestine" event by C.O.M.P.L.E.T.E. Need to finish off all my assignments by today. Over and out;)

ais cream

i want ice cream. someone treat me to ice cream please>_<


Saya hendak makan ais krim. Tolong belanja saya>_<

jen ten

To my dearest adik fuds. Happy 17th:) I will sing to (and with) you once we meet up again;) And we shall masak daging masak kicap and laugh out and sing some more. Yes, we shall.

To my darling Imans, Happy 19th. Throughout all the years of kerepek-eatings for midnight snacks and making rainbow portraits and putting together plans and painting banners and ranting about how some people can have gorgeousilitis, i love you more and more.

If I had to draw a graph of my love for you both vs time, the exponential graph would go on til infinity. *hearts*

Of Blizzards and Lizards

Minggu ini, Cyberjaya has been looking like this when you're waiting for the bus after a long day of college:
It's been raining kucing-kucing dan anjing-anjing and within seconds, it can get from a light drizzle to a raging blizzard. There would be pools of water soaking up your kain and getting into your shoes and making squealching noises by the time you reach your apartment and your socks stink and you're freezing down to your cartilages and osteocytes and stratified squamous (keratinized) epithelium ie skin. It got so bad satu hari that we decided to menempat di surau dan selepas itu menuju ke kolej untuk menghabiskan kerja Histologi. Only an hour later were we able to go back.

Pada hari pertama, saya mengisytiharkan kepada housemates saya bahawa tahun ini, saya terpaksa memperbaiki bahasa melayu saya dan meminta mereka untuk beri tunjuk ajar. Setakat ini, mereka sangat supportive dan tetap membetulkan kesalahan-kesalahan saya.
KakTqa mengajar saya lagu baru: "Petik jari, kacang goreng, Oh senang sekali!":) dan lagu lain yang sehingga hari ini lagu-lagu itu masih bermain di dalam... otak? minda? kepala?
*paragraf bahasa melayu saya untuk post ini*

While I was packing my things this morning, I found out of all of the most bizarre discoveries, in my drawer, a skeleton of a lizard. Like seriously a skeleton, you can SEE the bones and it's like a fossil. With all red ants around it. Dead. I have no idea HOW it got there and HOW it... suffocated to death... It really takes on the literal "skeletons in my cupboard" phrase to the extreme. Alina helped me (well, she did all the work) and lifted it out with old newspapers.

Reactions from my housemates:
Alina: *laughs*
Najah: Look on the bright side, at least it doesn't smell (after I said there weren't any pungent odour)
Kaktqa *on the phone*: *laughs* Did you scream? *I said yes* Alaaa tak cool la. *laughs some more*



And I self-diagnose that I am having OSO disorder.

funny things:)

Jealousy is a funny thing is it not?

Sometimes you energetically and zealously push everything away and once it's gone, you plead and beg for it back on your knees.
It's funny how you feel so strongly envious when you can't make that certain person smile and laugh like how others can. And sometimes you turn extra sensitive when all they give is a reasonable and small rejection. And molehills turn into mountains and puddles becomes oceans... And when you step back and think about it, your start laughing and thinking; what was the big deal anyways?

But it hurts:) another funny thing. Allowing yourself to be tortured and succumbing to such an emotion. No one else to blame but yourself^^

It is not a feeling I want to experience at the moment. Funny how these things happen to loved ones. I am impossible.

Someone cure me of my selfishness please:)

Twice the number

Throughout my life, I have received wide-eyed responses and gigantic gasps whenever I mention this one fact: I have 5 brothers. The usual responses ranges from "How do you cope?!" or "What does that feel like?" to "You must be suffering!" and things to that effect.

So I'd like to say Au contraire! to all you fellas out there who thinks it's such a terrible horror to live with. And here I'd like to present 10 reasons why it's super awesome to have 5 brothers like mine!:
1. They always do crazy things. Like splash water on you. Or suddenly shout in the middle of the road. Or scream the songs in the car at the top of their voices. And even if you're feeling like you're down in the deepest dumps, you can't help but smile.

2. When you're in a super bad mood, they would either stay away or make you feel better: whichever you want. Usually make me feel better by abiding to my every command. And they don't really take to heart when you shout at them. They will always totally understand. And they never shout back. I don't think I can stand it if I have a sister like me. Seriously.

3. Brothers like mine are tech savvy. When your computers goes kaput, it takes them just a few seconds to fix the problem. Or if you need to have enhance a digital photo or do technical things, they're always ready to help:) Unless they're playing starcraft/warcraft and etc.

4. When you need them to accompany you, they always will:) Like going outside because you need to walk somewhere. Or driving you to a place because women-drivers-who-drive-alone-are-easy-targets. I mean, they're guys. So, it's easier. I always have 5 bodyguards at hand!:) Or at least 3. Two more on the way:)

5. They stick straight to the point. If that dress doesn't match with that tudung, they say so. Things like that.
6. They are super smart. They read things like Outliers or Blink or Tipping Point and motivational books and all that. Or, they explore around the net and show you super cool things like a super slow motion clip of a guy being slapped and how his face would elastically be squashed by the impact.

7. They don't read mushy novels or watch romance tv shows. They are strictly either cartoons or action pack or national geographic.

8. They eat a lot:D So you don't mind either when you eat a lot too. They aren't ENTIRELY self conscious of their weight and appearance like how a girl can be.

9. They're loud and noisy. So you'll never feel lonely. And when you DO come home after a looong tiring exasperating 5 days of nonstop studying, they run to you at the door and welcome you like you've been away for 5 years.
10. THey can't wear your clothes. But you can wear theirs so you have like... 5 times the number of clothes:p

So there you go:) I would never ever trade any of my brothers for anything in the world. I can for sure add more we'll leave that for next time yeah;)

hundredth!

Post ke-100! Apakah keistimewaan yang perlu di..---

Okay, enough Malay for one post. Honestly, I got stuck:P (Please do not scream at me>_<)

100th Post! And what specialness shall shower this one post? I was planning to write the hundredth post YESTERDAY on first of January 2009 BUT it seemed to have unconsciously slipped my mind THUS today would have to make do.

Resolutions should not only stick to being an annual feat but rather assessed continuously. I know, i know. But, perhaps it's satisfying to know that at least you are putting in an effort to improve yourself.. in a way. So, official resolutions:

1. Improving in my public speaking. Yes, I would dealthy cringe at this very own suicidal resolution. BUT I have a strong reason for it now. I am planning to abolish 36-hour medical on-calls in Malaysian hospital by the time I reach housemanship (InsyaAllah in about 4-5 years). Sounds impossible? Perhaps. But I really do want that to be done at least for other doctors if I may not be able to be on time for my housemanship. 36 hours nonstop is like killing yourself. There are too many setbacks for this 36-hour issue which I shall perhaps post in another post. But it includes doctors making huge mistakes because they're so sleepy. Or deciding irrationally because of their lack of fresh minds. In UK, the maximum hours is 12. Since it is the minimum chance I would be able to do my housemanship there, I might as well change things here. How does public speaking relate to abolishing? Public speaking includes persuading, convincing, informing and many more.

2. Speak more Malay. Or lessen my language loathing. How ironic since I stopped mid sentence up there. Written Malay and spoken malay is different ok! So spoken Malay it is:) And how is this done? Perhaps speak in Malay to those who speak in malay with me. Since I tend to reply in English regardless what lingo people converse with me. Whether they understand or not, usually I don't really mind. As long as I spoke English. And as long as it did not sound funny. But yes2, Malay it is now.

3. Increase EI. ie emotional intelligence. Develop soft skills. This and the like.

Ah well. Three worthy resolutions to be written. The rest are rather personally tucked away and shall be revealed perhaps... periodically..

100th post may be rewritten:)