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A friend dared me to post this picture up:

 

That’s one of my troll faces. I think I still look demure *pukes out blood*

Eleh. You think I no dare is it. Lepas jog kot. Standard la berpeluh. Takkan tiba-tiba lawa pulak.

 

Had lunch at HKG a few weeks back. Now why do I love this pic? Because usually I’d be the one caught with that kind of expression but this time it’s Mimi. MIMI YO. She’s like, photogenic forever.

So yes, I’m proud to say this is one of my accomplishments. Thank you thank you *bows*

 

We dine here at least once a week because it’s close by to Sindhi. Dah la asyik order benda sama. The waiters all know us by now dah T__T

 

A group of Koreans were celebrating their friend’s birthday at the next table. And they had the courtesy to give a few slices of the cake to us.

Awwwww.

 

Dunno why I was so happy. Must have been retarded at that time.

 

Was at Mantri Mall when they happened to have this event.

Ok, I lied.

I was there since morning and when I read the poster that Cinderella would be making her appearance at 4 pm, I painstakingly waited until then.

It’s Cinderella ok!!!!

But no matter how hard I tried (and trust me I tried hard), I still couldn’t get a close-up picture of her. How come only kids were allowed to queue up for a picture???? I oso want!

 

 

Because I’m a genius like that. Say hello to my sneakers.

 

 

Do I even need to put a caption for this picture? HI BALLOON.

 

Erase all the ugly pictures you’ve seen of me above from your mind. This is what I called strategy.

It’s my blog, I’m allowed to be vain kthxbye.

Rezeki

For those who are new to my blog, hi there. I’m Nisa Sabri and I detest cooking.

 

I don’t just detest it- I hate cooking. I don’t mind spending hours (or at times, days) baking. But I’m not willing to sacrifice half an hour to make a plate of fried rice.

 

I’d rather starve. True story.

 

I eat out on week days, that goes without saying. During the weekends when I happen to stay at home however, now that could be quite a problem. Sure there are free food deliveries, and there’s Gokul restaurant downstairs but…..tu lah, I’m a lazy bum.

 

I expect food to drop down from the sky. Preferably with desserts, if God could spare me some.

Memang kwashiokor lah I like that  =_____=”

 

But alhamdulillah, I have super duper housemates and friends. And by super duper, I mean just that. The kind of people who constantly check up on me to find out whether I’ve eaten or not.

The kind of people who, upon receiving a message from me- “I’M STARVING WAAAA.” would come knocking on my doorstep with a container of food in hand.

The kind of people who, when hinted, “I teringin la makan ayam masak asam pedas you *prod prod*” would cook it for me the next day.

 

In fact, they’re so awesome that I need not cook at all during the fasting month last year (when you’re fasting for days continuously, you don’t feel like eating out) because they made sure I didn’t end up with a grumbling stomach at the end of each day.

 

You’d think those kind of people are extinct, and I’d have to agree with you- because most of them ended up in my life instead of yours haha! A part of me recognises this as His work; surrounding me with people who love to cook when I so detest it. I know that sounds petty but that’s what I feel.

 

Anyway, one day I asked one of these people,

“Why are you so nice??”

*I’m not a total parasite eh; they cook, I baked. I still have some conscience left tqvm.

 

There you go, my cute red velvet cupcakes

 

And the answer she gave was,

 

“I believe rezeki comes in all forms. Say, we get Rs 37,000 per month. It doesn’t mean all that is my rezeki and is for my use alone. God could have intended your portion of rezeki in my share so perhaps the things I’ve given you is actually yours. That’s your rezeki, only God gave it through me. Allah could have given my portion of rezeki through other people as well. And thus I don’t mind giving because it’s not mine in the first place.”

 

I was in awed upon hearing that. Because truly, that’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard in my life, masyaAllah.

 

And the other day I stumbled upon this ayat,

“Do they not see that Allah extends provision for whom He wills and restricts [it]? Indeed, in that are signs for a people who believe.”

30:37

 

“So give the relative his right, as well as the needy and the traveler. That is best for those who desire the countenance of Allah , and it is they who will be the successful.”

30:38

 

So the next time you feel like sending food towards my way, don’t hesitate!!! And for those who never tire feeding my stomach of a cow, I love you guys!

Commitments.

One could probably call me a commitment-phobe.

 

I don’t know. Maybe. Whatever.

 

But somehow, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. Those afraid of commitments are always deemed irresponsible. And maybe some of them are, I wouldn’t know. But not all of them (us), definitely.

 

I certainly don’t see myself as an irresponsible person. I don’t see myself as someone who fools around biding my time until reality sets in that I’ll finally have to take charge of my life and of those around me.

 

If we were to speak of the truest sense of the word commitment, it’s that and so much more. And to be honest, I’m scared because I don’t feel as if I’d be able to carry them well. At least, not at this stage of my life. I’d rather take the years off to prepare myself for what’s coming, even if it’ll take much longer. I’d want to do it properly.

 

Because let’s face it, commitments, well, they could be frightening really. It’s not just about yourself anymore. There’s no you, I. There’s only us and we. To be responsible not only of yourself but that of another person as well, whoa. Now that’s serious business.

 

I believe that’s how it is for most people I know. I’m stressing on that because I could judge these people’s characters, have known and befriended them for quite some time and could come to the conclusion that they’re not the type to fool around.

 

The thing is, if these people are really scared of commitments, they wouldn’t commit to any relationship whatsoever in the first place. Especially not a long-term one, albeit it not being permanent for life. For them to choose to commit, even if it’s not wholefully, that says something about a person doesn’t it?

 

Some are afraid to be weighed down, no doubt. But some, I believe, are genuinely giving their best.

 

I could be wrong for all I know, but this is my view on the whole commitment stuff.

But well, to each their own I guess.

Buzz off

I don’t know whether you’ve ever met that someone.

 

That someone who seems to remember every fault you’ve committed, who has a mental notebook written with all the mistakes you’ve made, who could repeat your flaws on automated mode in one snap of a finger.

 

You have? I pity you. I pity myself as well.

 

It’s not that I’m not open to criticism. Honest to say, I’m one of the people I know who doesn’t mind being criticised (because I am tak malu like that). Provided it’s for my benefit and not for you to gloat on.

Because seriously, how else am I supposed to learn?

 

But if you’re pointing them out just to show how much superior you are compared to me, then don’t complain if I tend to deflect every bit of it. You don’t know me dude, so don’t delude yourself into thinking you do. Just because you’ve talked to me for 10 minutes, it doesn’t give you the right to judge my character.

 

People like these get on my nerves.

Oh they think they’re so wise, there’s no way they’d trip over their own mistakes because hey, they don’t have any! They’re just so perfect overall, I imagine there isn’t any moment when their parents aren’t proud of them.

 

Really. Get over yourself. You make me puke.

 

I could be stubborn-headed at times. I talk a lot, laugh a lot, gossip a lot. But you know what? You don’t see me pointing out everyone’s mistakes every 5 seconds. You don’t see me strutting my beliefs like a saint just so I could say how good of a person I am compared to you.

 

Yeah, I’ve my own flaws. I know that. Point taken. But hey, you seem to forget something- you’re far from perfect either. Only unlike you, I’m nice enough not to spit everything onto your face.

 

There goes my respect for you. It’s pretty much non-existence in the first place, but now it’s about to become petroleum.

 

Go dig it out.

Dear calendar,

I’m a couple of days late (3, to be exact) but oh well.

 

Happy 2012 everyone

 

It seems odd seeing the numbers 2012 written everywhere yet somehow there’s a natural feeling to it.

 

I guess I’ll miss 2011

If I could choose 3 moments I’d remember it by, these would be it:

 

#1

Passing the 2nd Professional exam!  Breezed through the 3rd year and without knowing it I’m now in the 4th year, alhamdulillah. Here’s praying I’ll be an awesome doctor someday ^^

 

#2

Disneyland Paris 2011

(which I never got around blogging pffft)

 

Dubai + Europe Tour   Am looking forward to wherever this year would bring me! I hope it’s somewhere meaningful, insyaAllah.

 

#3

Now this would be the winner hands down.

 

 

Cried during the birthday celebration held by my batch mates because for the first time ever, I had to share a birthday cake with someone else. Even if I’d gotten 3 other bday cakes this year

Bloody hell Nisa. GROW UP.

 

(I actually cried because I was touched but of course, no one would believe it. That birthday cake story sells better so we’ll stick to that).

 

Getting half a cake instead of one is like people telling you, hey, your existence is only half-important to us   T______T *cries buckets of tears*

 

 

Oh wait, there’s a number 4. Whoops.

 

#4

 

All I can say is, thank you for making 2011 a memorable year

 

So 2012, you’ve got a lot to live up to! You better work hard and not disappoint me ah.

 

Now. When’re the sales starting???

All aboard

This is a self-reflective post. You’re welcome to skip it

 

During my evenings in the park, I noticed whenever the train passed by, the chuga chuga sounds becoming louder as it’s approaching nearer, the labourers would pause in their tracks, look up and watch. Transfixed; their gazes never leaving the sight of it until it has truly passed by.

As if a spell had been cast.

 

The sight of it all made me wonder.

 

And then it hit me; just how many people dream of catching a flight booked at random, or jump onto a car and hope it’d take them away from the present?

Just how many? Almost everyone I’d say. Almost each and every one of us.

 

So I guess, it’s not that different for them. To be able to jump onto the train and anticipate the journey onwards. To get away from the repression of their custom and caste, leave it all behind and start anew.

 

Somehow, realising this awoke something in me;

For all my insecurities and fears, whatever have I done to overcome them?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Only unlike them labourers, I’m a person of freewill. My mind isn’t chained by the rooster coop, my conscience as clear as any.

 

I’d spend a chunk of my life moping around, wallowing in self pity. I was adamant people should accept me as I was, putting my hopes up that someone’d be able to see through all the layers I’d wrapped around myself and sort out the whole mess for me.

How fairytale it all sounded. How absurd.

 

I got so used to these, it never occurred to me all I had to do was step forward. That I could change and turn my life around.

 

There’s a piece of the Quran that says,

“Truly, God does not change the condition of the people until they change what is in themselves,” 13:11

 

Oh it’s a well known ayat, one I’d used countless of times myself. But being in the comfortable zone often makes you blind. Analysing one’s behaviour closely enough gives you the impression of knowing- it doesn’t stop you from behaving in a self-destructive way.

 

(This ayat, I believe is the answer to, if God exists, then why is there still war and hatred and evil in this world?

Because if you think you could sit still and do nothing and still expect everything to come out beautifully, well then, it’s not God whom you’re seeking- it’s the fairy godmother. I believe I’m here for a reason, I certainly wouldn’t wanna live my life as a puppet)

 

Who am I to expect God to work everything out for me? Especially since I never put any sweat in it myself. The cheek of me!

 

The things you could learn from life. If only you’d learned to keep your eyes open.

 

I have watched that train wistfully from afar all these years.

It’s time to jump aboard.

InfiniTEA

Dug around in my folders and found these pictures.

 

I don’t know why I never got around posting them up…. well that’s coz you’ve been MIA for so long you lazy ass

Do I eat 2 different types of pastries or do I stuff myself with a heavy lunch?

Pastries it is!

 

An act I couldn’t care less doing in India but it’s a big NO if I happened to be back in Malaysia.

Being vain isn’t a pretty sight.

 

Lounging around and killing time before meeting up with the rest at Infinitea.

 

Arrived early at Infinitea and decided to have dinner at the restaurant next door.

 

Beef patty steak for dinner which was quite nice, surprisingly.

Miu miu (that’s my new nickname for her btw. I’m creative like that) decided to go light and ordered naan with butter chicken.

 

The rest arrived and it’s tea time!!

As in, it’s time for some tea, not tea time tea time geddit?

 

Kakak Sha, meow~

 

 

This molten choc cake is divine!!!

 

 

The reason I was clinging to the book was because I just bought it and I wanted to read it ASAP.

Each second is too valuable to waste when it comes to reading (this strictly applies to novels only).

 

Forgot the name of the tea but it’s cool coz you could see the flower blooming!

 

We looked as if we were talking about intelligent stuff here.

Which isn’t always the case.

 

 

 

 

This is how we do it here; we multitask all the time.

Like seriously.

 

 

She wasn’t even posted in the Psychiatry department at the time. She bought it because it seemed interesting, she said  =____=”

 

See see. Got pictures and all.

 

Tea leaves for sale.

 

 

 

TROLL

I have no idea how this woman puts up with me all these years.

 

 

And as always, a photo of us girls.

Photo by Nabil. Whenever he’s around, you’re guaranteed fab pics. So it’s ok if he tags along haha!

If only money grows on trees!

I’d just spend RM 640 on……

 

Well, I wish I could say I’d spend it on a fabulous pair of heels, but much disappointingly, I didn’t

 

That was the fee for changing my flight tickets home.

 

 

I bought the tickets about a week ago to go home on the 4th of Jan (yes, that’s a week from now). I never bunked classes just so I could go home. I didn’t even go home during the holidays when I should. I’m not so much of a home person so when I decided to go back,  my parents mellowed down and gave me the green light.

 

 

Get that. I’m 22 years old (going on 23) and I still need my parents’ permission to skip classes!

Nevermind that my batchmates are doing it on a regular basis. Balik Malaysia macam balik kampung.

 

 

Then the day after I’ve bought the tickets the uni changed the schedule (yet again) and my parents adamantly refused to let me bunk classes!!

 

Even if it cost them RM 640. Pwoarghhhhh the things I could buy with that money!!!!

I hyperventilated for about 10 minutes before coming to term with it. Whatever la janji dah tukar tiket to April. The things you do for your parents *sighs*

 

 

 

P.S: Whatever happened to the girl who couldn’t care less about spending her parents’ money??? I need her back ASAP!

P.P.S: I’m sick of apologising for going on hiatus now and then so from now on, I’ll blog whenever I’ll blog.

Down with a thud

Just as I was about to pat myself on the back for writing regularly, I’d sink back into oblivion.

 

Ah well.

 

I would say I’m quite proud of my immune system, alhamdulillah. I rarely get sick even with my habits of sampling street food (and this is India) and my frequent inability to wash my hands before eating- which is gross, I know. But someone needs to get my immunity into working, no?

 

The other day when my mum called,

MUM: What’re you doing?

NISA: I’m munching.

MUM: You didn’t wash your hands before that, did you?

 

Cheesecake.

 

But somewhere above God must be saying,

“Uh-oh this year’s almost up and her sick quota isn’t up yet! Right, give her a sprinkle of cough, add in some flu, tone down on the fever though…but go all out on the sore throat. Perfect, that should do it.”

 

T____T

 

Which is why I was really really grumpy today. I kept biting people’s heads off  which isn’t very nice even I say so myself.

 

Arghhh I’m still so pissed off now!!! I thought a whole day of thrashing around like a drunken monster was enough, but probably not. Might as well let all the steam out.

 

Or maybe I should just cracked my head further by starting on the surgery logbook.

 

I’m so nice I’m giving you a retarded picture of mine to laugh at,

 

And those aren’t my shades, hence the yakuza look kthxbye.

Beautiful

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=6d1YSjnQPLI

(because I can’t seem to upload the video on my blog!!)

 

Doktor ni orang yg dapat mengkaji ciptaan Allah yang paling tinggi. Sebab tu saya kata kalau doktor yang belajar kajian Allah, tetapi masih buta hatinya, memang orang yang paling buta.

 

Kalau kita kejar akhirat, dunia kejar kita.
Tapi kalau kita kejar dunia, dunia hina kita.
Tak payah kejar duit, biar duit kejar kita.
Tak payah kejar pangkat, biar pangkat kejar kita
Tak payah kejar nama, biar nama kejar kita.

 

 

Islam and Medicine have one thing in common; it becomes your life, it’s the Ad-deen.

They’re embraced as a whole, and while some view it as a restriction, that’s actually the beauty of it all.

 

So when these two are practiced along side each other, masyaAllah masyaAllah masyaAllah.

 

I watched this video twice, I cried twice. It’s a beautiful piece. May you guys benefit from it as well

 

Love.