She’s back!

For the past one week, she’d been staying at Helwa’s and A’in’s house, which is only next door but heck, did it make a lot of difference. My life had never been so serene. But then one morning when I woke up and walked outta my room, I was greeted by the sight of her sitting on the dining table.

 

ARGH!

 

I don’t intend to be mean but I’ve never had any trouble with my housemates before. She, though, is an exceptional case. Even the sight of her annoys me.

 

 

You think you’re so cute is it masuk kotak???

 

 

Because she’s so cute (I don’t deny she’s cute ok?), people tend to say I’m the mean one!!!! LOOKS CAN BE DECEIVING PEOPLE. It’s like an Orphan situation going on where I’m the only one who knows her true colours but when I try pointing it out to everyone, they just look at me with an “are you crazy?” expression.

 

I mean, really!!

 

The other 4 mums (sebab ktorg kongsi 5 org) always scold me because I often neglect my maternal duties. Just because I forked out money for her doesn’t make me her mum! I’m her financier! Like sugar mummy like that. You cannot buy love ok.

 

Why she annoys me? WHY SHE ANNOYS ME? Let’s see:

 

 

 

1) She doesn’t walk, she STRUTS.

Like she owns the house or something. As if saying I have to bow to her every time she passes by. HELLO YOU’RE THE CAT.

 

 

 

Broom-like tail. Swish swish. Kalau tolong sapu rumah takpe jugak.

 

 

2) She swishes her tail at anyone.

Especially when you’re doing something important. Masuk fur dia dalam mulut and all. Ptuik.

 

3) She ignores everyone.

SERIOUSLY. If you wanna cuddle her? Forget it. Confirm lari. She walks passed you like you don’t exist.

 

4) She tries to escape at any chance, by any means possible.

Couldn’t open the balcony doors- heck, couldn’t even open the windows when she’s around. And if someone rang the doorbell, she’d be the first one in front of the door. We have to race with her everytime we wanna go out.

 

 

Whatcha looking at? No, you get off. That’s my chair!

 

 

5) She thinks she’s all that.

Isn’t it obvious from the way she carries herself???

 

6) She’s functionally hay-wired.

I tak tipu. One minute she could be still and quiet, another minute she’s climbing you up. One minute she’s lying down, the next she tiba-tiba kejar you. Crazy cat.

 

7) She’s picky.

She wants to eat the Rs 35 per packet cat food jugak. Baik I beli cornetto satu.

 

 

Her I’m-thin-look-at-me days are over. OVER I tell you.

 

8 ) She’s fat.

I don’t like fat cat. Period.

 

9) She’s unhygienic.

Even though my housemates give her a bath once in 2 weeks, wash her paws and butt everytime she poops, I still have to wash my hands whenever I come into contact with her.

 

I could rant on and on about her faults. Try me.

 

OK FINE. I KNOW HER BEING A CAT MEANS SHE COULDN’T THINK. I KNOW THAT OK. And I might seem wacko for getting angry at a cat. Me with the so-callled higher intelligence. But well, I wanna see you try living with her!

 

Yeah we’ve spend thousands on her. You can find money but you can’t replace the tranquility I’ve lost!! This pet is not increasing my life span- it’s making me die faster!

 

I’m not a complete cow. I was kind to her when she first entered this household. I mean, I played with her and all lah. But now she could run outta the house and I won’t even worry.

 

Ok, that sounded as if I were mean. I can be nice. If her food and water bowls are empty, I’d fill them. And if my housemates aren’t around, I’d play with her. That might only happen once in a blue moon but I still do at certain occasions. 

 

 

 

The first and the last time she slept on my bed.

 

 

My mum might be thinking by now, “Omg I’ve trained my daughter well.”.

 

I don’t think I dislike cats though. I just dislike this particular cat. 

 

The fact that I even bother to write a post out of this shows that I might like her. Just a bit, maybe.

Birthday picnic

Wah I’ve been so tired these past few days that I dozed off as soon as I reached home. But it’s ok coz tomorow’s already Thursday and the day after that is Friday and then it’s the weekend!!!! Woohoo can sleep in!

 

Anyway. We went on a picnic last Sunday!!!!! At Lalbagh Garden. Again. Eh where got again. The previous one was more than a year ago! I know I’ve wrote about it before but that was with a different group of people and for an entirely different purpose. This time it’s to celebrate Helwa’s birthday

 

Hahahaha, ok no more words. I’m just gonna post the pictures up:

 

 

Ke-wawa-an, Happy Birthday (or should I say belated?) >_<

 

 

The food that day:

Nasi tomato

Ayam merah

Acar

Popadam

Paratha

Cocktail

And I baked the bday cake.

Sungguh naif siapa yang percaya.

 

 

This is the only picture with Pija (pink scarf yang tak nampak muka) and Kina (pink scarf yang nampak muka) in it. Seriously.

 

 

Love Naned’s pink Aladdin pants! I want one!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Siapa rasa Aida makan je kerja angkat tangan sekarang. ME ME ME!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, dugong terdampar after kenyang makan.

 

 

Before anyone criticised my umbrella, this is my defence: It’s freaking hot!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Panda eyes. KINA WOKE ME UP AT 7.30 AM. ON A SUNDAY  T_T

 

 

Mini family – Pija – Kina!

 

 

Most of the pictures were taken by Pija  >_<  which was why she’s not in the pictures (besides the fact that she doesn’t like it)

 

But I still dunno where Kina was most of the time  =_____=”

Open but closed

 

 

Shouting out one’s private affairs to the whole world seems to be the in thing now.

 

Yet I believe whatever happens between the 4 walls should remain so. Certain feelings should always be guarded from the peering eyes.

I’m old-fashioned, perhaps?

 

I respect those who dare to speak up.But I respect those who dare face the consequences of their actions more. Berani buat, berani tanggung.

 

Standing up for your beliefs is brave. Backing down, blending into the shadows when critised, is weak. Those balanced each other out. In the end, you achieve nothing. But you are sure to loss something. It’s a futile war.

 

I call that foolish.

 

Whatever happens begins with your decision and your willingness. When the table turned, you don’t have any choice but to blame yourself. Remember that, before you start pointing fingers to those around you. Self-assumptions could only go so far.   

 

There’s a clear line between what should be told, and what should not. You could only share that much with people. Some choose to cross it. Okay. But you crossed it and stand firm on your ground. You don’t go back. You go forward.

 

It’s a one-way road. At the very least, have the gut to face it.

Oat is my Ipod

Hari ini merupakan hari yang sangat mencabar.

 

Because . . . , it’s the day I made lunch on my own !

 

This time it’s: 

 

 

Ayam masak oyster sauce. Ok I am aware it’s probably one of the easiest dishes in the world. So what.

 

 

and cauliflower something-something >_< Looked so bland………………..

 

 

I invited Kak Sha over and she said sedap! Aida and Balqish and A’in pun kata sedap! *smiling from ear to ear*

 

I actually planned on making steamed cauliflower with cheese sauce. Another home’s staple dish. Coz my mum said it was easy…….

 

Where got easy!!!!! I totally followed the measurement but the sauce turned out, well, not how it was supposed to. How to eat liddat I spend hours *exaggerating as usual, roll eyes!* fixing it but it just wouldn’t taste right! Felt like crying lor. Dah la none of my housemates were in; couldn’t even beg for their help *sighs*

 

 

It looked like garbage gunk  T_T  CHEESE SAUCE FAILED.

 

 

Too much milk? Cheese perhaps? One thing is for sure; it’s totally inedible T_T

Last-last I buang dalam tong sampah. Gone one packet of cheddar cheese.

 

*sighs* it’s ok.

 

Scorched tongue. Sweats running down. And then. The last step. And this is the most important one people:

 

 

 

 

Fixed myself a bowl of oat for lunch. Couldn’t bring myself to eat my own cooking =__=”

 

Lagi sedap. Lagi senang. Humph.

 

Semi-solid food rock!!

A short break from a long break

Just got to watch New York I Love You. Yea yea, I know it’s been ages since it has been released, shut up. I gotta say I love these two the most:

 

 

“Lift your feet. You don’t lift your feet.”

“I’m lifting my feet!”

“No, you’re shuffling. The doctor said you should lift your feet!”

“I’m lifting I’m lifting!”

 

Very cuteeeeee. They’re like 2 old penguins walking on the street. It’s my habit to compare humans with animals, sorry. But they’re very cute!

 

Oh pediatric cycle is so boring I could die *tiba-tiba changed topic wth* And it’s only been a week. 2 more weeks to go  T_T  Yalah, we usually wait for 1-2 hours, then the doctor came, bla bla bla for half an hour and it’s a wrap. Seems like free camp is lacking of children. Haven’t met a single patient yet, haven’t done any history taking so far. Humph.

 

But it’s ok. I certainly am not banking to be a pediatrician. I don’t think I’m that bad with children *coughs* Am a pro being a hypocrite when the circumstances demand for it but I don’t think I have enough patience.

 

Patience is certainly a virtue. Too bad I don’t have much of it. Let’s wait and see what these next couple of years will do to me.

 

What else………..oh yeah. Still indecisive as to whether I should go home this coming holidays. Seems like practical exams have been delayed till the 19th of April. Hah. But they say there’ll be community medicine exam. When will that be?

 

Com med might just be the hardest subject I’ve ever encountered. Because it’s so boring =____=” And pointless =____=” Everytime the HOD or that old lecturer what’s his name? is teaching, I couldn’t help but wonder what they saw in com med. Having to learn it is unavoidable. To actually major in it is completely suicidal.

 

Oh well. Beauty is in the beholder’s eyes.

 

I shall end this post with this dumb thing I did today:

 

“Syafiq, kerusi you block jalan! I tak dapat jalan.” 

*I do use I-you with certain friends. As annoying as that is, it’s unavoidable so hush*

    “Bukan kerusi I block jalan you. You pijak tali kasut sendiri.”

    “Oh. Patut pun I tak dapat gerak.”

 

     Lamest of the century =____=”

Saya suka berdrama so what

During my foundation days, my mum used to call me every night.

When I was doing my first year of medicine, she called me once in 2 days. Ok lah, that’s not too bad.

Now she calls me only once in 3 days!! That’s 72 hours! ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN TO ME IN 72 HOURS!

 

 

I feel so unloved T_____T

 

 

NISA: How come you only call me once in 3 days?? For all you know, I might be dead by now. I might have been hit by a coconut tree. Or I could be electrocuted when I was ironing.

 

MUM: You live in Gokula, Mathikere. There’re no coconut trees there. In fact, I didn’t see any in Bangalore. 

NISA: I said I might. And there are coconut trees here. There’s one near Pratham. *in the middle of the road, no kidding*

MUM: Why didn’t you call me? Anything could happen to me too.

 

NISA: Coz if something happened to you, someone would bound to call me. If something happened to me, no one would call and tell you. And I’m too stingy with my phone credit nowadays. So you should call me.

 

MUM: Hah. MARA/MSU would call me if something happened to you.

NISA: That is if they knew it. I might be lying dead in a hospital somewhere and no one would know. This is India, nothing’s impossible. Jangan dah terhantuk baru nak terngadah (fuh sungguh hebat masukkan peribahasa melayu).

MUM: *changes topic*

 

 

That’s how our conversation usually goes. Hands down, I think I’m the most dramatic person I’ve ever met Suka-suka. With my mum, sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn’t T__T

 

With my dad, of course, TAK JALAN LANGSUNG MY TACTIC. Because:

 

DAD: How are you? How’s your study? Ok, don’t forget your solat. Good night.

 

And then, plop, I could hear him dozing off in the background =___=” That normally takes a total of 7 seconds. Yes, I timed it. Tak sempat pun nak berdrama.

 

Kesian my parents dapat anak macam I. Seriously. Increased cardiac output, increased heart rate, increased respiratory rate, semua increased. Haih.

 

MUM: Hah! Tahu pun! And yet I’m still so nice to you!

 

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Hani and I are both fatso so it’s ok

Yosh! I’ve been busy watching Code Blue =____=”

 

IwannashowsomethingIwannashowsomething!

 

It’s Hani Gemok’s artwork!

She’s so clever!

 

Then I found out Kak Us helped her out…….Kak Us is so clever! =____=”

Main tipu!!! Just like I used to when I was in primary school. Wahahahaha. But not in art lah. Couldn’t be bothered to tipu2 cikgu in that. It was Math ok. Math. Kak Us used to check my homework after I did it. I sucked in Math. Am not surprise I ended where I am today *sighs*

 

I think…among my family, I miss Hani Gemok the most. Now I understand why my parents love me T__T But if I ever have a child, I still don’t want one like me. I want one like Hani! Dapat anak like me confirm gaduh hari-hari. Dapat anak like Hani very obedient.

 

 

 

Zoom in on her! Very poyo punya expression in her newly bought leopard safari hat! (padahal tak tour the safari pun coz we had to be on our way. Beli souvenir je lebih =__=)

 

 

In another favourite cap of hers. Dunno why she loves it so much. Dah la pink got monkey monkey some more.

 

 

Proper picture!

 

 

Invading my room at the cottage

 

 

 

 

 

Very cute rite!! Coz she’s fat fat like that. But I’m also fat so we’re both fat so it’s ok kan hani kan?  

 

Let us be fat together!

The Remembrance

There’s always that random moment in your life.

 

Like, when you’re trying on a pair of new shoes while posing in front of the mirror and it just hit you;

 

“Life is great. MashaAllah.”

 

Slap! Just like that, without any reason. And when you look around, every small thing you never even noticed before seems to be there to perfect each flaw. And when you take the moment to sit and reflect, you realise everything is indeed beautiful.

 

There are many things to be thankful for, but to feel thankful is hard. So to feel it in that rare moment, the word alhamdulillah seems to vibrate in every cell of the body.

 

That rare feeling, is to be treasured.

 

*

 

I often wonder, how important is it to be remembered? I asked how instead of why, because the reason to be remembered need no explanation. But how far would a human go just to be remembered? Where is the need in that?

 

A king would create a vast empire, or sacrifice all he has just so his name would be written in the history forever. So he would be remembered as the great ruler who changed the world.

 

A businessman would work day and night to build a company from scratch to pass it on to his children one day. All in the hope of leaving a mark on earth even when his footsteps could not.

 

Shah Jahan build Taj Mahal for Mumtaz Jahan as a symbol of his love for her. That building, even to this day, stands as strong as the love that never dies.

 

You engraved your name on the rock as proof you were there once. Time could not change it, as it does to you.

 

In the end, we humans try to defeat death in our own way.

 

 

How important is it to be remembered?

Would you say, if you die without knowing you would be remembered, you die living a futile life?

Would you say, if no one remembers you, you had never been alive?

Do you need to prove your existence to people?

 

Taj Mahal, no matter what it signifies, remains a building. Just a building build out of white marbles. You say that is love? So if it were to be demolished, would the love between the husband and wife be gone as well? Would you say, one needs to prove love for love to exist?

 

If. If, Taj Mahal was a ramshackle cottage. If it was not build by a king. If the architecture did not defeat the century. If all it had was a love story. And that tale remains buried, would you say it never happened?

 

If love is to exist by proof, then it is not to exist at all. That’s absurd, no?

If life is to be proven by people, is that not absurd as well?

 

If I were a nameless person. If I were just another face among billions of other faces. If I bear no significance to anyone. And if I were to be dead, I have lived. And I am the proof of my own existence. 

 

 

 

Ummah Films Videos

So lazy to update my blog.

 

BUT, I came across a video from syaTHEfiqah (arigatou!) and the next thing I knew, I was on You Tube clicking on every video from Ummah Films ^__^

I like his way of discussing religious issues with a sense of humour. Funny, but the messages are conveyed perfectly.

 

 

                                                                    

 

And another one, on a more serious note:

 

                                                                    

 

“Alhamdulillah, Allah showed me Islam before He showed me the Muslims. If you really wanna see what Islam is about, look into what it teaches instead of basing your opinions on the actions of those who are misguided and only claimed the religion.”

-quote-

 

 

A message for myself before others. Let us all eat chillies and taste the hotness together (yeah sukahati mengenglishkan bm).

 

Wallahualam.

 

 

P.S: Today’s my Dad’s birthday everyone wish him happy birthday now! AND I DIDN’T FORGET WAHHH I’M SO GREAT. Happy Birthday Dad!! Nanti weekend I karang a long post just for you coznowihavetostudyformedicineandsurgerytestthisfridaywhatamistilldoinghere?? Love you loads >_<

Kitchen Wonder

KAN I DAH CAKAP JANGAN AWALKAN EXAMS. And that’s exactly what MSU did!   T_____________________T

 

Ok lah, basically they didn’t bring the date forward. They decided to go with the original date. Then what for sibuk2 told us they’re gonna postpone the exams if they didn’t intend to do so in the first place??  Gave me false hopes T____T

 

But that means we have 2 solid weeks of holidays. Practical exams are gonna be held after the holidays. Pandai MSU. Baru ingat nak extend cuti  =____=”

 

So. To go or not to go back home?

 

Too lazy too make a decision now. Later lah. 

 

 

 

OH OH!

 

I COOKED!!!! I’m a genius! I knew it all this while! Hmmph!

 

 

  

It’s *ayam masak kicap ^__^

*chicken in soy sauce

 

 

I did everything myself *smug look* From preparing the chicken, chopping the scallops and rakan-rakan scallops, basically EVERYTHING. With Aida as my sifu of course.

 

Well, I needed someone to teach me right? Takkan masak-masak terus pandai. Even Albert Einstein couldn’t do that (coz he’s a genius as well. You see the connection here?)

 

My housemates were really encouraging:

 

“Nisa! OMG, are you for real???”

“Nisa masak! Biar betul???”

“OMG, serious ke nak masak ni??”

 

Aida yang paling tak boleh blah; everytime her phone rang, she would tell the person at the other end, “Tau takkk, Nisa masak!!!”

 

NOT =_____________=”  I didn’t need the publicity thank you very much.

 

 

Before I lift anyone’s hope up, THAT WAS A ONE TIME WONDER. Just because I cooked this once, doesn’t mean I would make it my hobby from now on. FAT CHANCE. I just wanted to see if I could do it. Cooking, I mean.

 

 

Like, if this conversation suddenly popped up:

 

COOKING: Hah, you couldn’t even do me!

NISA: Says who?? I cooked once!

 

 

Faham tak? This is a pride issue. To actually loss to COOKING, I would rather bury myself 10 feet under.

 

So since I’ve done it, let’s move on to less dangerous things. Dangerous ok memasak! I cut my finger chopping scallops last week!

 

 

Like making pancakes. Oh this one I like because it’s so easy. And no knife is involved. Very safe >_<

 

 

 

 

TADAAA my pancakes comel!!

 

 

Ok dah habis showing off bye bye.