In and Out

For the past a week, I have been craving to eat Mushroom Tempura, where the tastiest ones only could be bought from Cameron Highlands. Making them at home is possible but I despise how bitter they would taste on my tongue.....because mushroom isn't a good type of food that is easy to cook. Once the preparation method is wrong, the taste will go baldy and tasteless plus bitter.

Bought a RM1 Seri Aji's Fried Flour to make my mushroom tempura a reality. My mom who was on MC, took the job to make those even though I insisted to do and try on my own. And it came out to be super salty and a bit bitter, and still Cameron Highland's mushroom tempura are the best! ONE WORD: FAILED!

rupa agak hodoh....and ....emm

I planned on stop eating rice for some while because I don't need extra carbohydrates. They would instead be a source of fat and I am already fat as it is, so better stop for a while. During lunch, when I went hungry, my dad would be some wantan....which I think they are so delicious. 3 days been saying NO towards rice but today, an entire family came for a visit. Mom cooked rice and side dishes, so I was again mentally forced to have rice. One word: failed!

and so my lunch is these....wantan goreng, which is super sedap!

Since school I like wantan goreng....mee wantan pun sedap yumm yumm...! And because I was dieting on rice, mom brought me to a restaurant called ...

nearby the Giant Kajang...

kuewtiaw sup was awesomely delicious....I can eat up to3 bowls sebab sikit...:(

But the best eat out must be with dear friends....at McDonald...I m lovin' it :)

friends from school. huda and durrah. at McD Alamanda, after watched the 'great' Red Riding Hood much-alike-twilight ;P

Durrah said she suddenly reminisced Chiam who would always follow her to McD Kajang after their class, while they were studying for Form 6 at High School Kajang. Huda turned herself out from talking about the sad stories. Durrah looked at me and said, she used to hang out with Chiam often...since I was too busy to accompany her out. Still, the guilty remains. The guilty for not spending more time with her; I was only available for her after SPM till March during the award-ceremony and it stopped there. Plus, the guilty of not being able to attend her funeral was a great dismay.

After three days of not eating rice, at last I tumbled. I was deeply forced to have rice because my aunt from Sungai Petani came for a visit and she cooks wonderfully to arouse the feeling of hunger. The temptation I just can't resist. There go the spirit :(

My aunt said one thing to my mom regarding myself. She asked my mom why I look so depressed and sad? Well, I am sick after all, so I won't mind she saw me all gloomy, the other reason would be the worry of the future ahead me. When people asked did you get any offer? I would turned into a dull person and answer a plain NO. And that is worrying me, so it showed through my eyes. Sadly, mom couldn't see that, because she's just super busy....

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>>>P/S: I blamed the Royal Wedding for the slowness of Internet Access. It's pathetic to run everything slow and it's tiring for waiting. And it was anticipating to watch the Royal Wedding, because I like Kate Middleton as she's so sophisticated and looks super intelligent, and hope it doesn't just from her appearance though.<<<

Kerana 'Aku' Syaitan

(Cerita ini tidak mengaitkan sesiapa sama ada yang hidup mahupun yang telah meninggal dunia)

Aiman merupakan seorang pemuda yang dulunya jahil tentang agama. Solat lima waktu langsung tidak pernah ditunaikannya sebelum ini. Mana tidaknya, hari-hari sibuk dengan urusan kuliah, berpersatuanlah dan macam-macam lagi. Solat Jumaat pun kadang-kadang dia ponteng sebab dia tidak suka dengan khutbah panjang berjela.

Suatu hari hatinya dipanah dengan anugerah rasa cinta dan suka terhadap seorang wanita di kafetaria sekembalinya daripada kuliah. Boleh diibaratkan wanita itu sebagai cinta pandang pertamanya, kerana sekali sahaja terpandang senyuman wanita itu, jantungnya bagaikan terkena saluran elektrik yang mengejutkan, berdegup kencang tidak terhingga, sehinggakan....

"Woi Man...kau tgk ikut celah lutut ke???!! Tengok tumpah kuah lemak tu kat baju aku ni!" sergah kawannya. Tanpa dia sedar, tatkala menikmati keayuan senyuman wanita itu, dia telah menumpahkan kuah lemak gerai Anggoi ke atas baju kawannya Saifullah. 

"Sorrylah wei. Nanti aku bagi kau pinjam baju baru aku. Relaxla..." kata Aiman selamba. Mereka berdua terus pi bayar nasi berlauk mereka itu, walaupun riak muka Saifullah agak masam mencuka kerana geram bajunya kotor kekuningan dek kuah lemak. Cepat-cepat Saifullah mencari tempat duduk kerana malu ramai orang memandang kearah dirinya yang comot itu. Pada masa yang sama, Aiman ketawa tapi lirikan matanya masih memandang ke arah si wanita tadi...sambil senyum kambing.

"Tgk perempuan kat gerai Mak Limah tu. Cantik and cun la. Kau kenal tak dia?" tanya Aiman..

"Yang mata bulat, tudung cam ustazah warna biru tu ke??" jawab Saifullah

"A ah...yang tu la. Aku rasa aku suka kat dia la...sape eh nama dia?" Aiman teruskan bertanya...cuba dapatkan nama si dia yang tiba-tiba terpanah di hati.

"Tulah kau Man, asyik melayan kau punya persatuan la, study banyak sangat...dia tu sekuliah dengan kita bro. Nama dia Salmah. Selalu dia organize program agama hari Jumaat, tapi utk budak perempuan je la" jawab Saifullah.

Salmah, seorang gadis yang ayu, kulitnya gebu, tidak tercela...flawless. Bila dia jalan, tertunduk malu tapi mukanya tidak lengang dengan senyuman yang manis. Malam tu, Aiman tidak leka memikirkan Salmah....alangkah bahagianya kalau dapat kenali Salmah dengan lebih dekat...

Azan berkumandang di kawasan kampus....tanda masuknya waktu Maghrib. Aiman walaubagaimanapun tidak langsung menunjukkan keinginannya untuk ke musolah. Masih lagi belum mandi dan sedang menghadap  skrin IPADnya.

"Weh orang kaya!! Jom pi solat...malam ni ada tazkirah mingguan. Mana tau boleh jumpa si Salmah sayang kau tu" ajak Saifullah....

"Eh, Salmah?? Dia selalu pi musolah ke??" tanya Aiman mata terbeliak kegirangan...

"Ish kau ni! Solat tu kan tuntutan...lagipun jemaah ni banyak pahala bro. Salmah tu selalu gak pi musolah...sebab dia terlibat sama dalam ceramah-ceramah agama kat situ" terang Saifullah

"OKAY!!! Aku siap jap...tunggu eh!" sepantas kilat si Aiman tukar baju, memakai kopiah putihnya yang selama ini terbiar sahaja di celah bawah katil dan menyarung kain pelikat berwarna merah dan hitam, petak2...=.='

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Musolah pun bukannya jauh, ada lah dalam 60 langkah untuk ke sana. Aiman tak sabar-sabar...tapi bukannya dengan niat untuk mendekatkan diri kepada Yang Esa tetapi untuk jumpa dengan Salmah yang jelas haram baginya.

"Ala Man. aku nak ke toilet la...kau pi dulu la eh...!" tiba-tiba sahaja Saiful ada bisnes hendak diuruskannya...

Aiman mula tak keruan...dah la selama ini langsung dia tak pernah menjejakkan kaki ke musolah. Mesti rasa pelik dan kekok...macam mana ni...nak pegi ke tidak? Aiman bermonolog sendirian...tapi kalau pergi dapatlah jumpa Salmah....

Sedang jalan...tiba-tiba kakinya terasa sakit. Sakit yang menusuk...darah keluar melalui tapak kaki. "Arggh...terpijak paku pulak" jerit Aiman kesakitan...tapi nasib baik, dia mampu lagi untuk meneruskan perjalanannya ke musolah...walaupun musolah itu nampak dekat, tapi terasa jauh ya amat. Saiful pula tak kelihatan langsung...lama betul ke tandas. Aiman rasa sakit...darahnya tak berhenti...dia terjatuh...tiba-tiba datang seorang lelaki...


"EH..berdarah tu kaki! Terpijak ape?" tanya lelaki itu. Aiman menjelaskan apa yang berlaku. Lelaki itu memapah Aiman...tapi dia tidak kelihatan seperti mahu mengerjakan solat. Bajunya berwarna hitam, seperti jubah panjang. "Kau ni siapa? Nak pegi solat jugak ke??" Tanya Aiman. Peliknya, lelaki itu langsung tidak menjawab....dia papahnya Aiman dan mukanya kelihatan agak bengis. "Kau boleh solat ke? Kaki pun sakit, macam mana nak solat. Baik kau duduk je kat bilik...solat sendiri pun boleh," kata lelaki misteri itu tanpa menjawab persoalan siapakah dirinya.

"Tapi aku kena pergi solat, lagipun dah nak dekat sampai, buang masa lah aku patah balik" jelas Aiman.

Lelaki misteri itu papah Aiman sampai ke luar pintu Musolah..."Aku hantar kau sampai sini sahaja..."

"Kau tak solat sekali ke..dah alang-alang sampai ni? Kau siapa pun aku tak tahu", tanya Aiman.

"Tapi aku tak boleh...." jawab lelaki berpakaian hitam itu.

"Eh kenapa pulak...?" tanya Aiman bebingungan.

"Sebab .....aku SYAITAN! Aku dilaknat masuk ke tempat suci macam ni!"

Aiman terkejut beruk. Matanya berair ketakutan....suaranya gagap tiba-tiba....

"Kau jangan melawak pula. Kalau kau syaitan, ape hal kau tolong aku sampai ke sini?!" gertak Aiman

"Sebab aku letih....letih menghasut kau supaya tidak ke sini...aku saje letak paku...kaki kau berdarah tapi...kau tetap mahu ke sini...dan aku juga menghasut kau pasal perempuan. Dan aku berjaya menyebabkan kau meletakkan yang lain daripada ALLAH dalam minda kau!"

Lalu....ghaiblah lelaki yang mengatakan dirinya SYAITAN itu...

Aiman terpinga-pinga...tiba-tiba seseorang memegang bahunya. "Woi kau! Orang dah habis solat kau baru datang?!" Saiful menanya.

Pelik...tadi Saiful ke tandas, sekarang dia di dalam Musolah dan sudah selesai berjemaah maghrib. "Eh bukan ke kau ke tandas tadi?" tanya Aiman...

"Yelah...pastu masa aku lari ke sini, nampak kau dah takde, ingatkan kau dah sampai dulu..." jelas Saiful.

"Habis, kau tak nampak ke aku terpijak paku...sampai terjatuh kat lantai?" tanya Aiman...

"Hah...terpijak paku? Aku tengok kaki kau takde apa-apa pun. Okay je," herdik Saiful

Aiman melihat kakinya. Darah yang tadi mengalir sudah tidak kelihatan, kesakitan itu tadi juga sudah tiada. Apakah ini???!!


"DAHLAH BERANGAN!Pi solat dulu...kejap lagi ada tazkirah.." Saiful menyedarkan kawannya itu daripada lamunan....dan mimpi..


Tapi di fikiran Aiman...dia masih tertanya-tanya....apakah maksud mimpi itu...dan adakah benar, SYAITAN.
Pada masa itu juga, Aiman sedar akan kesilapannya. Dia lantas memeluk Saiful dan berkali-kali mengucapkan astaghfirullahala'zim....Saiful pula yang tercengang...

>>>p/s: Solat lima waktu adalah tuntutan agama dan tiang agama. Serta solatlah kerana niat untuk ALLAH TAALA . SOLATLAH sementara badan masih sihat, akal masih cerdas dan waras sebelum kita disolatkan yakni meninggal dunia<<<

Vague Minds

Above title means : unclear, blurred minds. That what I have right now. This instance. Why?

1. Money-less

- Who wouldn't care if her/his bank account suddenly showed a sudden decrement? Maybe I am over-reacting but this situation put me in cold feet. EY? Yes. One of the things in this whole life world that I DESPISE the most is seeing how bad I did in controlling my lust for shopping. Like every woman on this Planet Earth, I like shopping. My cousin always goes shopping when she's on stress at work. She said it's a therapy and yes it is a therapy. But, this therapy is so barbaric to me. It worries me to hell.

-So, one day, I had lunch at one restaurant at Kajang Sentral (as if everybody knew where it is). After finishing my luncheon,  I stumbled upon an advertisement nearby regarding a vacancy at Smart Reader. It needs a Fardhu A'in and English tutor. So, I took the contact number, IN CASE, I wanna work there. Well, I definitely eligible to work at that place because the location is not a problem to go, since I can even WALK to work. T.T

-One night, I told my mom how worried I am for what happened to my savings. Of course, Mom isn't the kind of mother who would see her daughter struggles for cash. She would bank in some for me, but I insisted that I am old enough to find my own solution, because I am capable not a handicapped. 

2. Work??

- So, I almost on my way to start becoming productive for a job seek. Yesterday, I started by searching for my SPM result slip. However, after 30 minutes searching, I found nothing except for some photocopied ones. Can't find the original, and I am freaked out already! But after tired searching, my mom said, Go take the certificate instead, since it can replace the original slip. I was like okay....waiting for my world's best driver and good friend to tag me along :/

- My another friend, Mimi, who was my job seeker companion during SPM over-days, wants to go for job seeking at KLCC. High salaries if you work at the capital, said she. I understood why she wants to work there despite the distance and the annoyance she has to bear to go there everyday. She said, she wants independence, and that's good because she's a pro in being one. I somehow envy her for that.

3. Exercise

- I used to jog every morning for the last 2 years with my little sister since she schooled in the afternoon. It was rejuvenating and refreshing. Even I jogged with my dad so often till my abdomen felt damn hurt. But, now, since my sister only came home in the afternoon and sleep afterwards and my dad has becoming too old to jog, thus I have no companion. Yeah another excuse. But jogging alone is dangerous especially around my neighborhood. To add more, there's another construction going on nearby, for another Kajang called Kajang 2. The place used to be full of greeneries and it's so good to jog surrounded by those greens, but now, not anymore. It is just a piece of big sand land. T.T With big trucks everywhere and sands and cements, and plus, the immigrants living nearby, to jog around seems like a dream...

-Badminton is what I used to be good at. With 4 rackets I had, it was so fun to play games with friends. My best buddy Chiam, who was my companion every morning, and used to wait for me at the bus stop to head towards our best place to play, is now no longer here. I have less reason to play the game. Alia is another friend, but she's too busy and seems like she had no interest to play with me. My rackets seems gone too, because my brother had been keeping them at his friends'. Arghhh...tense!!

5. Food Fiesta.

-I have been bad at controlling my hunger. Eat so many things and just eat what mom recommends. I hate that she cooks so many oily foods and I have just to eat them because I am hungry, but I know it's bad for health. 

6. UiTM and havoc

- UPU tells us the innocent kids, there will be an interview for those opted for critical courses like medicine and dentistry and pharmacy. So, to cut short, yesterday was the day for us to check for the call. Like always, my name wasn't short listed. I was again frustrated. But keep it cool, then I know, none until this far has got into the interview. Thus, the havoc begun. Everyone from asasi, kept posting in the Facebook page, on the matter. Whether yes or not, that the courses need interviews. Argh...confusing.

7. My dad's latest hobby

- My dad is currently obsessed or in a deep interest towards korean dramas. I was like okay at first, but then every single time he will popped out in front of me and asked whether I have download the recent episodes. It feels great when I like the same series as he does, but when it contrasts, I just feel damn bored. Right now, he likes a drama call Take Care Agashi, which I think super duper boring. But, at least, by letting him enjoy this, it's the least I can do.

>>>p/s: sakit hati lantas rasa macam nak makan orang T.T<<<

Pre-mature

Dealing with a pre-mature kid is somehow tiresome. Everything seems unclear what has she got in mind. And that she, is my baby sister. I love my dear sister as anyone would miss theirs. Because she's my flesh and blood. Once upon a time, my baby sister is acknowledge as my best friend, rendering herself close to me and would listen to everything I tell her without much replying. 

She was much more like a big sister actually. I was quite a bad sister; showing hideous examples to her and showing ignorance towards religious stuff. But, at that time, she was completely different. After compulsory solat, she would moved on doing the sunat, then she would recited the Qur'an and read religious books and preachings. I on the other hand, was a total opposite, well now too but improvised a little.

Fifteen years old is how she aged by now. I used to remember a dream I made, going out with her for fun, to shop till drop and to do almost everything with that girl by the time she aged 12, but now, I seemed to have vanished the dream. It seems impossible to be a reality. Much of what I recognized her right now, is that, she would have much more fun hanging out with her childish annoying friends. Some are okay, but some are plainly annoying. I even unfriend many of them because of the sickness seeing how my newsfeeds with their childish posts. 

She used to sulk when my parents and I left her at school and we went for grocery shopping at Tesco. She would cry for hours because we didn't bring her along. She would follow us to wherever we go, because she used to feel scared staying home alone, she used to eat a lot and would eat anything that mom cooks, she would enjoy debating with my dad over littlest matters and brought us with a lot of laughter that shines the house but all of these seems fading away the more she turned into a teenage girl. I somehow dislike the teenage version of my sister.

the cute her

What caused all these? Lack of attention? This is definitely untrue. She is the most pampered child in the family since she's the youngest. Our master bedroom has somehow turned into hers, because she hates sleeping with me. The cause of all these is the technology; INTERNET. Facebook is the devil who bring and cradles her away from the family. Every day when she comes back from school, she would run upstairs, going Online. Chatting with her childish friends for hours, locked the door and would never stepped down the stairs to take a look at us. She doesn't even care about food nowadays, eat fruits all day long. She has less involving in doing housechores because she sees me at home daily on a long break, that could do those jobs. She can't even wash her own plates because she can't get her hands wet due to allergy and all she does is online and study for PMR. 

Other reasons, could be BOYS. Well, I knew it quite deep on how being a beauty on the face could attract teenage boys at school. Even, boys from other schools she met during school trips been giving her presents and love texts. I knew she is smart by ignoring them but still those attentions deter much of her attention and love-seek from us, her true family. I pity my mom who has been really worry on how she transform. But, to give the reason on her examination performance is not that smart either as she scored very well in her papers, in fact, she is better than me. Mom seems like she had no other choices. She loves my baby sister so much because she is her youngest. 

Pre-matured girls are hard to deal with and sometimes annoying. I despised the way she acted like when she really needs me but giving me no sense of gratitude after the help I gave. I despised her disrespectful presence. I need her to change, change into a sister and not some kind of girl whom I unfamiliar with. Period.

>>>p/s: seeing how my siblings and I grow up, later we will leave the house and let our parents stay at home under the loneliness dimmed lights would rather bring sadness. I can sense their sadness and sorrow through their eyes. Through the tone they speak to us and through the moment we kiss their hands. I ponder how I used to misbehaved and acted stupidly around them, but still, they love me no matter what. Parents are gifts from Allah Taala. We don't get the chance to choose them, but they are the best ever meant for us. Love them while you can.<<<

Out and Red Riding Hood

Planned for a game of bowling at Metro Point Kajang, but the plan wasn't meant to come true. Saturday wasn't a good day for a bowl, merely since the place was overcrowded with tournaments and youngsters.

We assumed it was like this but we were WRONG!

Huda was kind enough to have text me and asked me for the game. I asked Maryam and Durrah, long time no see schoolmates and friends, to tag along as well, but Maryam had to be a nanny at her home. At last only three of us, Huda, Durrah and I. Huda, the world's best driver is our best driver too! I certainly had to bring her for a drive someday :')

We hated waiting, and so do everyone OUT THERE. So, we exited the place and headed towards Alamanda, Putrajaya. Nasib baik ada kereta, kalau tak, we will be dead waiting. Our bowling game turned out to be a day out for a movie. There were just too many to choose from, and at last, RED RIDING HOOD was our fate for the day.

she was an okay RED RIDING HOOD

Basically, this movie is a bit different from the legend or the tale that we used to hear during childhood years. In fact, it was different. Much like Twilight, hence I assumed Twilight's fans must be excited to see this one. Amanda Seyfried as Valerie is actually half human half wolf. Her father was a wolf in this movie and would turn into a wolf during Blood Moon, which believed to happen every 13 years? And, there's a family conflict in this movie throughout the end, and twists here and there. It dwells on which one in the village where Valerie lived, is actually the were-wolf. Only at the end, people will understand why it was her father. Emm malas la citer. Tengok la sendiri...:D

If I was to rate this film, a plain 3 out of 5 will do. Not exhilarating till one can jaw-dropped but worth watching. Okay, I guess this would be the last movie for this month and next month. I am broke already :(

>>>p/s: Huda kept telling me, to work work and work. I think I need work. I need work outs and I need everything that has the word WORK in it<<<

Pros and Cons :Asasi

So far I know only five institutions locally which offer foundation studies, or in Malay we rather called it Asasi. They are the famous Universiti Malaya, Universiti Islam Antarabangsa, Universiti Teknologi Mara and Universiti Malaysia Sarawak and also before I forgot, Universiti Sains Islam Malaysia. 

Question 1: What is asasi/foundation 

My answer: Asasi or foundation is a program for those who completes SPM and at least scored a minimum of C for Biology and at least B for Mathematics. Okay, that is UiTM's requirement, and I am not sure about other universities and won't be posting them down here, as you savvy tech kids can easily browse through any of the institutions' websites to know more, deal? 

Question 2: Duration?

My answer: One year but not one year exact. UiTM's foundation programs are the only foundations that starts early or almost like any other foundations in other universities and we finished the earliest too. Isn't that fun? Well, yes, if you like to have a long easy breezy break like me. But, I have to admit, it would be tough because we learn fast and super duper fast like a rocket. Syllabus are being taught like as if they were just merely 10 pages book. Don't opt asasi if you are the kind that need a lot of time to understand things especially concepts. In other universities, the duration varies. Like UIA, the period can last up to 2 years and you are in need to learn Arabic. So, that's basically the pros, if you get UIA, since you can learn lugathul jannah.

Question 3: Subjects?

There are many forms of asasi really. If you sought to be part of science choose asasi sains like me. There are also, asasi engineering, asasi undang-undang (law) and asasi TESOL, plus if I wasn't mistaken there's also asasi actuarial science, but I am quite unsure. Since I studied science, so yeah, basically in asasi science you only have 4 subjects and they alone. No need to take extra classes like English, Computer and whatsoever. I guess it is the most relaxing foundation studies ever that Malaysian had. So, the subjects are, Physics, Biology, Chemistry and Mathematics of course. 

Question 4: Mode of subjects?

For first semester, I found out Chemistry is the easiest, similar to what we learnt back in Form 4. Biology like always tiresome and lots to memorize, Physics was okay if you really understand the concept of Newtons' Law and also free body diagrams. The worst was Mathematics . I blamed my lecturer because she didn't make me awake during most of her classes and I failed to jot down all the notes' solutions which in turn making me like zombies to do revision a week before Math's exam. 

During semester 2, Mathematics was the easiest if you stay awake all along your lectures and it will be a benefit if your lecturers are good too. Physics was the toughest! You have to deal with almost 20 ++ chapters of surfaces of high physics. Biology is amazing during this term, where you would learn the systems and mechanisms. You would have lots of fun studying Reproduction. Lastly, Chemistry for semester 2 is yes tough. Organic Chemistry was not my friend at that time, and you have to deal with tonnes of memorization.

Question 5: Outdoor activities, sub-activities

For foundation in UiTM, students aren't compulsory to join clubs and associations and there is no need to do CAS or whatever to secure you a good sit. You just need to get at least 8 coupons which are serve as proves that you attend activities like lectures, talks that the campus conducted. For year 2010/2011 batches, we were lucky to have UNIC to come by. Certainly, that night was fun, entertaining, and fulfilled with lessons. That can be considered as an activity you join at the campus. 

UiTM Puncak Alam is considered as a campus with good outdoor sceneries. Students can jog around the greenery campus and have fun riding bicycles. Cycling can be really tiring for those of low staminas, especially when it's time to return to hostels. This is because Puncak Alam is considered as hills. So, be prepared if you choose this place to study.

Other activities: Basketball, Futsal, Tennis, Gymnasium Work outs, soccer, rugby, senamrobik and on weekends, catch buses to head towards towns for leisure. Buses are problems, because they are not punctual and always compact like sardines' cans.

Question 6: Upon completion

For science students, they can opt for all courses they want. YES ALL! Haha. They can jump to any other fields, unlike engineering and others. So take science if you really do not know what field you are interested in. UiTM foundations lets students to go to other universities upon completion, which means, there are no tight up to stay in UiTM till you graduate. But, this served only for science and engineering, plus TESOL. For laws, they are stick to stay at UiTM.

to be continued...

12 Types of Med Students ( for laugh )

It is still a dream for me?

Only Allah knew what best for you...

Mistake

One of my favourite blogger is Obefiend. The owner of the Blog Serius and also FOA. I think he has senses in his post although sometimes it can be quite bothering and mostly they are for 18 above, literally.

But just a minute ago, he FAILED to give a proper title for his new post on an AMAZING HOTEL called Wonderlust in Singapore. He mistakenly posted it as FUNKY HOSPITAL. And I was the first to comment and notice, and so that's basically what happened. Everybody makes mistake. And he was good enough to admit it. :)

I was eagerly excited to know....curious as a cat. >.< hospital? ye ke? 

it was actually hotel, but he admitted his failure. :)

Nothing

USM call for interviews happened today the 19th April 2011. Obviously, I failed to get the call. How fun, no interviews, so I have no need to prepare. Hooray!

But then came this awkward feeling. I felt terrible for failing it, because I was over confident with it. Padan muka! Siapa suruh over confident sangat! Get a loife!

Okay, so the interview at Kelantan, this friday if I wasn't mistaken. Weird. Expecting people can go to Kelantan by a few days? That's crazy. Anyhow congrats laaa to several people I know who got the call. 

only for 4 flatters...face it!

>>>p/s: One reason I wanna be a doctor is because of the person I like and LOVE is also taking this path. I wanna be similar to him, I want him to be proud of me, I want to be at the same step as he is now. But I guess it is harder than I thought. Is it appropriate wanting to be someone because of a non-muhrim? <<<

Confronting shame and confusion

I mistakenly thought that gastrointestinal tract involves the reproductive tract. Well, I chatted with a final year medical student recently, talking about 'sickness' I usually have these days and I meant to say about the reproductive tract but I just wrote there Gastro-tract? How stupid can that be?! I am now acting cool to confront shame, I mean it's very shameful that you have been learning Biology for errr almost 4 years and can't get to differentiate between those two? What a shameful me...

DAYANA DEAR: this is the gastro tract okay??

Confusion arouse against the local Universities application. Noted that around this end of this week, the date for the interviews can be checked but the phase 2 only starts around May? So, what is the function of phase 2 ? I wanna make some amendments and change in my application but this just so friggin' weird. Who thinks the same? Em..


Anyhow, miss these girls.

enjoying the icecream

borak tak habis2

wajah happy habis exam :p

my roommate belanja ice creams hahah.

roommate and deebah

ustazah deebah, jira, huda

adib yang cool gila

die hard suju fan

rm300 worth of ticket

ponteng Munsyi sbb nak pi konsert SUJU3

Huda and Ema

I just too lazy to pick which good and which not good, so I added them all. Credit pictures to beloved Huda Tajuddin in purple. And ignore the fat me, in some of them. Tehee :D

Between Choices, Choose and Life

Life is short to do the wrong job, life is too short to choose a wrong person to be your soul mate and life is always short to do every choices that we have. Generally, life is all about choices and life. Choose the right one? How do you know what you chose is the right one? Is there any signal that shows? 

tossing a coin is an option ....only an option

For Muslims, it is better to BELIEVE that even when one choice seems bad, it doesn't mean that choice is BAD on Allah's side and even when the other choice seems great, doesn't mean it's the BEST for us. Destiny is vital to believe in, but choose yours. Humans make mistake in their lives and mistakes are GIFT to test on perseverance to seek for HIS guides and GIFT to reborn to the better. I have been using the word REBORN a couple of times, and it doesn't mean we turned the time to the past, and return to being born again, rather, it simply means transform into someone much more worth to live.

Life is short. Live well.

I post this for those who are in the search to go to Universities or to plan for their future in upgrading themselves. I am not a great achiever so don't think that my life is great either. For SPM leavers, there are a lot of choices out there. Some have been lucky to be called upon interviews, for the good results they had in hand they might have a 50-50 chance to go abroad. While they are also those who haven't scored quite well but there's no fret about that. I certainly think SPM is a platform to choose your career path but not all who can attain places at college will turn out to be successful. Never quit learning. Never stop having the intention to learn and obtain knowledge and skills. 

certainly had great time at both foundations

My story- the summary

Finishing SPM at the latest date among many of my friends because of the many subjects I took. Determined to do medicine at my own cost, I went for a pre-med course cum foundation studies at a private college. I was utterly shocked to know how AMAZINGLY bright the Chinese at that place and some of the Indians too. I was happy there, since we study because of one reason; to FLY. I was also having fun to study ruskee with some of the greatest colleagues and friends. Around May, I was 'forced' at heart to start foundation again at Universiti Puncak Alam. 

Well as you can see, for the past almost a year, I have been posting ramblings and whining and MUTTERING, all sorts of them to talk badly about dear UiTM Puncak Alam. Now, I finished it smoothly. I rarely truant classes, except for some of math classes, during first semester then I repented because of the bad results for semester one's. I am not a star either at that place even though I have quite this feeling of cocky to pass it with RAINBOWS since I have learnt most of what they taught me during first semester. Guess, I was just TOO COCKY and that fired me back when I just managed to score moderately. Frust gila masa tu! During semester two, my learning route was not smooth. I endured a great failure in tests and almost gone lunatic. I cried because of despair and pain, almost giving up, but luckily my comrades were always on my side. Non-stop they have been my courage and my family. They had taught me to value the meaning of patience which I lack at. They taught me that Allah is always there for me. From that events, I learn and understand why Allah S.W.T put me there at the first place. It is the best place for me to know myself.

Going abroad at such a immature age, could be the worst decision for me. Listening to THREE medical students at Russia on how they sustain their lives, how they went through their lives as hectic medical students and how is the condition they are in now as well as some advice they poured me with about the bad decision to go there for medical degree, had somehow brighten my eyes and mind about the decision to go there at first. Hehehe:D But for my acquaintances who are studying at Russia, no offence for you guys. You guys have been enduring the greatest moments in your lives. This is about me after all.

Besides that, now that I have completed asasi and just another couple of months before going for my degree, there have been a lot to be thinking of. My dilemma is what to go for after this, whether it be dentistry or medicine. Medicine is my first choice and have always been my only choice, even the ENTIRE family knew about this. They have been supportive up till now, but then my heart changes a bit to love dentistry. Because as days passed, I am also thinking about 10 years from now. Being a dentist is tough at first and even tougher than studying for a medical degree. However, I am sure that by 10 years, a dentist can secure a very good financial status and this can be beneficial to women, who will start off a family and having kids. You know this is out of border but at 19 everyone should have think about this because LIFE IS SHORT.

Been planning a back up for my degree for the past one week. A back up plan for private Universitas. To be frank, I have bad intuition for private colleges. You know, that private colleges are quite expensive and therefore I have this weird feeling to apply for them. Deep in heart, I really wish for local universitas where I am sure to get JPA to sponsor, in that way, I could have less worries in my head. Right? I hate thinking of money while studying. It jeopardizes the spirit. 

I quit my intention to go to Cyberjaya Med School after it bad sides had been upfront recently even though it can be the BEST private institution to go for its location. MAHSA is also at the very edge considering that it has not produce any medical graduates yet, so I barely knew the quality. Right now, I already intend to apply for UniKL because it is under MARA and it alone. I don't know about Allianze Medical College. Emm, I am so in dilemma. But, the important part is pray. Allah alone can help me.

For kids out there or juniors, choose the right one and the best you can go for. I have another story; a friend name Ben chatted with me recently. He once got one offer to study at UTP under Petronas financial support, which means he will be able to work under Petronas as soon as he completes his studies. He got an offer to go for mechanical engineering which he then rejected. I asked him why since not many can surpass the Petronas application. He told me that his Physics is not very good, thus it would gives him a drench to do that course. Now, he has no regrets and he plans to go for medicine too. In conclusion, do what the best you can do. Don't do something just because you wanted it, but because you know that you can do it. The rest leaves  to Allah. 

>>>p/s: I have problems blogging. It has not been as smooth as before. Perhaps, I have suddenly have nothing to tell>>>

Alert Zone

I am now on twitter. I will be just like the blue-twitter bird that twits my daily thoughts and routine, without having to be scared if it might hurt anybody. Besides, twittering is not facebook-ing. Not everybody has twitter. But twitter isn't that fun unless you are popular. 

Been a month already since I started my long-easy-breezy break. It has been boring without anything exactly fun to deal with. I miss dealing with Eliza's weird yet tacky acts and Dina's moody but funny antics. I miss talking to Azyan about latest artists and being neutral with Jija and Shikin. The comrades...so missing them :( 

My housemates....I still have no idea how they perform for the semester. I don't even know what they got for first semester. And, they have no intention to ask mine, and thus it just been plainly awkward if I asked them theirs. Miss Huda Tajuddin and Ema, Hajira and Adibah, plus Ira. I am so bad to not been missing my own roommate, maybe because I lack memories with her, I guess.

It is now for alert zone. Alert with the current buzz on the dates to update Phase 2 for university application and alert with the latest information about just anything so that nothing is missed out. Facebook is a must-site to visit each day, to be aware of latest news on the critical courses. Dr Rozana had been placing updates on the pre-medicine program that those who intend to do medicine at UiTM must attend. She posted on asasi page that those qualified must call her to apply for that particular thing by tomorrow at 12 noon. I am lucky that Azneeza brought this matter up and making me go to the page and actually noticed the status by madam. The day after I knew about the news, I called her and yes, my name is on the list. But, this does not necessarily mean I am in yet. What to do now is to pray and pray non-stop for HIS blessings and luck. InsyaAllah, with HIS permission, I will be going.

UPU Important Dates

Alert zone, it's time to prepare for degree. And I need my driving license for mobility. Dah lebam dah cuti, and can't wait for SABAH TRIP. hehehe:)

>>>p/s: my mouth can be quite a laser and hurtful. sorry if I did hurt anybody without noticing. I am full of flaw, forgive me<<<

You

A lot of things make me craved a BIG SMILE yesterday. Entahlah, maybe I was the one who thinks this is a big deal, but when our long time friends suddenly showed an interest of what we are doing and how we are doing. So yeah, it feels like singing Kissing In The Rain....because kissing in the rain is fun right? Feeling the wetness of raindrops and then kissing? Okay, I am not pervert.

Happy Belated 19 birthday to a very good buddy, Nurul Huda Abd Razak. She is one in a million friend even if I die and reborn. She is totally a great companion, caring and fun. Been studying under one roof since standard 5 up to form 5. 7 YEARS! And it feels great even though, I might have neglected her somehow. She is a friend in need and a friend indeed. Recalling how she messaged me one night, after Chiam died, informing me about how I can rely on her if I need somebody, if I feel lonely. "I will be at your back, dayana" and I cried thinking how lucky am I to have such a companion. Thank you, Huda.

aina and huda. they are sooo funny

That's why after hearing a melodious yet harmonious tune from Yiruma, Kissing In The Rain, it makes me feel how I need her the most. Besides that, another friend yesterday, Fahmi, asked me how did I perform in my recent final semester. Thank you again for caring. And to Naqib for being so nice and kind to text saying sorry. Although I did feel awkward knowing how his friends, mostly 4 flatters at college, but yeah, why I should feel bad about it right? It happened and I will just be happy of what I have right now. Thanks Naqib for care for my feelings. Hehehe.

Serious

It's weird to see how childish most of the blogs I followed. Well, practically, what I am following are merely blogs that attract hundreds of viewers but the content of the blogs, aren't that AMAZING to be read or to be view. Entahlah. People some sort blogging nonsense.

Hanis Zalikha is one of the blogger I love. She is humble at writing and posting and what not to mention her look is undeniable giving one a jaw dropped. Her posts are amazing and simple and smart. I just like it thousands lots. And recently, there's University Blogger Malaysia UBM. Macam-macam ada association for bloggers. But mostly for blogger tegar which is not me. 

Simply like ad-free blogs like Blogdiloz. Only good quality photos and little writing in his daily posts will be given to the followers, at the same time it's cool reading and seeing something like that. Unlike some blogs with glitters and here-and-there ad stickers. They looked so...emmm bothering.

Some of the bloggers I know in real life on the other hand, has not been funny, but merely being serious. I mean they talked about the place they are studying at, the daily hectic lives they running into and using bombastic English words that I am dumbed about. Sometimes, I wonder...why so serious? Haha.

But, blogging can be really melekakan. Or in other words, wasting time. Some people attract people posting about artists and what not the scandalious lives of our politicians and celebs. I did read them but, seriously I think it's sinful to do that. 

This is perhaps what we called the freedom of thoughts. Despite the freedom, beware of what you might be posting, it can lead you troubles too. I experienced once. Emmm..

>>>p/s: oh friends, please try to loosen up a bit. I miss the way we used to chill happily and out from the serious world. I miss kidding around<<<

Answered

Alhamdulillah, praise to Allah Al Mighty for letting me breathe once more. Amat terharu dan sedih:) Today is the most historic date ever for the year 2011. Results for the final semester and the overall CGPA has been counted.   And, for the past two weeks, students or ex-asasian have been making countdowns for the day. Now finally arrived. 

Last night, I had some trouble closing my eyes. I am so freaking scared of what might happen. I am so stressed out and at the same time can't wait to see how my performance paid for the course I intended. 8 months approximately and today the results are out. It's amazing how we grew up that fast, right?

Got my first message from Dina, a friend, asking my result. I replied, I haven't go online to check mine even though it was already 10 a.m. I just do not want my smelly morning body and mind to witness the results, so I went to shower. Then, went down, watching Ewah-ewah, a funny game show for some laugh and got some breakfast and finish the housechores and do some driving. Back home, already 1 pm, but still reluctant to see the results. I don't know why was I so coward.

Climbed upstairs to my room. A message received from Azyan Amani. Like always, a message asking about results. I quickly got online and checked my email. And it was there, the results was there in my mail box. Clicked on it, and alhamdulillah. Praised to Allah Almighty Lord for helping me gone through this. I am shocking to see my results, despite all the bad days of flunking at certain papers during test one and test two. 

Three of my comrades including Azyan and Dina merely share the same pointers. That's why we are called comrades, I guess. Congratulation to Azneeza who still on the lead. She's so bright. I don't know how did my class representative and a friend named Syikin did. Hope they triumph too. 

To Fawzan, I heard it somewhere that he got a 4.00. Maybe it is true, and I bet it is true. Congratulations, doc-to-be. 

>>>p.s: not gonna post my results in the blog. I'll tell to those whom I feel like telling, and whom contact me politely. Ececeh<<<

Resume?

Planning to write a resume. 

Trying luck for a post at Kumon.

If failed, probably some other tuition centers?

A friend offered me to be her PA.

My job is easy,

Just to wake her up in the morning,

Accompany her to class,

and that's basically all. :)

Then, one more friend,

asked me if I know anything about editing,

I said a mere NO.

I don't even have photoshop :(

If I do, perhaps I can edit some wedding photos.

A resume need me to post my capabilities on,

Perhaps I need my SPM result slip,

But, I misplaced it somewhere,

And I am sooo  lazy to do one.

Have anyone here ever think of becoming a doctor because YOU once see a guy doctor who looks so charming and smart? I can't deny I am too. :P

Dr Ji Hoon from Unstoppable Kick :p

Dr Asou from One Litre Of Tears

Dr Chase from House M.D

>>>P/S: Television, why you show so many handsome fake doctors?<<<

Meng-anggur

If some kids in school asked his Bahasa Melayu teacher what is the noun for the verb above, will the teacher replied it as ANGGUR? And it doesn't make any sense. Anggur is grape, and menganggur is simply a Malay verb to state a jobless person.

Went to Bank Rakyat recently. It opens to any citizens out there, to buy units of shares. Maximum is RM 100K. Well, actually mom and dad wanna it so much. And since I barely had nothing to do, mom woke me up and promised me to buy some shares for me. So I followed my folks to the bank in Kajang. Seriously, it was superbly crowded, just like a canned of sardines. Hate it.

I needed to open a bank account at the Bank Rakyat, but first needed to fill in one form regarding the information about myself. Finishing it quickly, I jotted down my occupation section as a student. However, I was required to fill in the address or the place where I am studying. Yeah, how great. I am no longer a student at any of higher institutions after ending foundation recently. So, I made a blank at the section.

At the receptionist, I was told that to fill that section. But how? I am no longer studying at UiTM to put that on. My dad went, "Just put there 'menganggur' if it's so hard..." I was like what the? However, to rethink, that's the most suitable phrase anyhow. 

I am menganggur..T.T

Preparing for death

Morrie as coach and Mitch as his best player. 

Tuesdays with Morrie. A title for a very meticulous and inspiring novel. Written by Mitch Abom, it is the most simplest yet touching piece of masterpiece that really sunk deep into this weak heart of mine and made me in a deep love with every single detail of the book. RM 18 was worth while.

Have you ever had a good teacher? Who taught you the most valuable lesson in life; on the preparation for your death? Mitch the author had once. A professor at his university named Morrie. He was a peacemaker and a great teacher for the rest of his life.

Suffered from ALS, Morrie had to live weak and fragile. He needed people to clean himself after he went to the washroom, he needed his food to be blended before he could swallow them down and he needed a wheelchair to move around. But, Morrie, a 70 something old professor, would always think that he is better than any one of them out there who is still healthy and occupy life with slaving themselves to money. He was contented with his life.

Mitch who is a journalist, and always had been ambitious, running and enslaving himself to the power of money, met Morrie by chance one day. It was the first time seeing his professor after 16 years. That's long and this time Morrie looked rather withered and shrink. The old age and the wrinkles symbolized how experienced he has been. And, during the moments before Morrie would have gone forever, they spent their Tuesdays together for the last lecture of their lives. The lecture of contentment of life. Of love, of satisfaction of what we had been given and what we have, of the power of touch and pamper and the power of isolating the deep insecure feeling we already cursed ourselves with.

Belows are several quotes which I really love from the novel:)

1. “Forgive ourselves. For all the things we didn’t do. All the things we should have. You can’t get stuck on the regrets of what should have happened. That doesn’t help you when you get to where I am.”

—

Morrie

2. “…if you’re trying to show off for people at the top, forget it. They will look down on you anyhow. And if you’re trying to show off for people at the bottom, forget it. They will only envy you. Status will get you nowhere. Only an open heart will allow you to float equally between everyone.”

3. “There is no such thing as “too late” in life.”

4. “It’s natural to die,”he said.”The fact that we make such a big hullabaloo over it is all because we don’t see ourselves as a part of nature.We think we are human. We are something above nature.”

5. “Devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.”

certainly a MUST READ piece

I have many teachers who are just as Morrie.:)

>>>p/s: the book could not described by words. It is superb. And Mahatma Ghandi once quoted: When I sleep, I am dead. And when I am awake, I reborn. So, forget the mistakes we made in life. Once we awake the next day, it is the chance to say MORE YES and REBORN to the better.<<<

Go for it

It has been a busy weekends running errands for my cousin's wedding. Spent an overnight in Klang for the event which take the whole-entire day. One word: TIRING. I don't even know how would I feel on my wedding day.

During the reception at Dewan Dato' Hamzah, my dad grabbed me who was sitting peacefully with mom at this one table. I had to leave my sister who was queuing for the food because my dad was really eager to show my mom and I to someone. I was like, "Ok...who will it be now".

I had no idea who the person was, but after a short introductory, I now know that she's my cousin's spouse. To make it more interesting, she is a medical doctor. Graduated from Ireland in 2001 if I am not mistaken and now at the age of 35, she works as a lecturer at Cyberjaya Medical School in internal medicine.  (*only a few metres from home*) 

It was rather awkward to chat about med school in such a hectic event, where sounds of annoying music was tuned aloud like almost I could break my eardrum. Dr. Maisara is her name. She was polite, beautiful and so much of the kind that would not make one bore talking with. She is a very friendly person and that eased me to speak more about the requirement and such for that particular school she is teaching at now.

The good news is, now I finally knew that Cyberjaya Med School is merely established to place 80% Bumiputeras and the rest to other races. I once thought it was another private medical school for the richies and would mostly occupy the bright Chinese and Indians. Well, roughly it is like that, but after hearing Bumi's are put into priority, it gives a sense of relief.

Basically, I didn't ask her much. Just told her how I am hoping for local universities. She advised me to pray for the best for now as the results for the semester has not been out yet. Just a couple of days for it though. And, it's scary. Then, Dr Maisara told me to go for what I wanna do in life. How I told her, that's it will be a such a drench and tough fight to actually compete with so many other superbs scorers for the same thing. Yeah, the usual thing I always blog out.

She then told me, that's the problem with Malaysia's system. Everything is being done so fast as lightning, and once you drop, you are out. In Ireland those who are in pre-medical program will repeat their program until they can make it to medical schools. If right here, once you are out, you are out. Besides that, she even told me how negative the minds of some Meleis regarding the passion to become doctors. Well, I couldn't agree with her more. I often hear words of negativities in UiTM. Almost every day. And, the negativities bring this enormous mishap to our enthusiasm and self-confidence. In the midst of the chat, her husband interfered and uttered, "Not all best scorers, make up good doctors". The three of us looked at each other and smile. At least that very night was blessed with full of rainbows and HOPES. Alhamdulillah.

Asked for Dr. Maisara's phone number and email and facebook account. She added, go for what you want. And again, I smiled.  InsyaAllah, I might. 

>>p/s: sometimes words of optimisms can change ones' whole spirit and would reborn the strength. Instead of saying, No why don't we use more of the three letter-word, YES!<<

Productive

Sorry, saya tak produktif. Almost everyday, my routine would be almost similar to any housewives you would know. Well except for changing diapers or breast feeding. I hate the fact that I am just another lazy person. But, I think I am just lazy. Everybody keep asking about working, about part times. I got fed up sometimes. 

Many ex-asasians have already started working. Doing some part times can make them at least gain not only some pocket money and save up but they can also save up for their wedding, plus gain experience. Experience is the only treasure that would differ one from another. It is priceless.

My advertisement online probably looked dull and makes it just a failure in attracting clients. Haven't got a call from any asking for my service. In the end, I came up with another plan, which is making TAPAI. A type of appetizer rice or ubi that we fermented with yeast. I know how to make it, so I plan up with a business to make some and take up orders for wedding and restaurants. hmm.

And, to think back, I also haven't gone shopping for clothes quite a while. Last was for hari raya. My clothes are old and some don't even fit because I am just getting fatter. But, to shop, I need cash and thus I need work. But before working, I need to get my P license. And to do that, I need to renew my Learner license, for the second time. 

>>p/s: April fool everybody, and guess what? I am playing april fool with myself. and to see why I know how to make tapai see this Tapai Project <<<