Cat. Sneakers. Army boots.

The other day when I was on YM, Edwin asked me,

 

“How are you? How’s your cat??”

 

WTF I DIDN’T OWN ANY CAT. I was never a cat owner. Because my mum hates cats. I’ve been begging her for one for years but she was adamant. FINE. To make amends, she bought me rabbits instead. Brown ones, white ones, gray ones. I’ve lost count of how many I’ve had over the past years.

 

Rabbits are also cute okay. They’re like huge fur balls. But I never stopped persuading her to let me have a cat. And this is what she said:

 

“You can get one when you’ve your own place.”

 

Now that I’m practically living in another country, it is considered as having my own place…right? The other day when I told her I wanted to buy one here, she asked me to think 20 times. Yes, she really said 20 times.

 

 

Oh muka sungguh gembira dapat kucing

 

 

 

Today, my housemates decided to get one! My housemates ok mum, not me. That kitten costs Rs 15 000 which is RM…aiya, bahagi 13.5 yourself.

 

Elaun perkakas USD 200 to buy books for the second year was used to buy a kitten. Right.

 

But now we’ve a kitten!! And it’s so cute muka tak penyek!!

 

Anyway, last night I managed to do this one chore that I’ve been dragging for months:

 

 

Washed my sneakers. WOHOOO! Now they’re so white I couldn’t stop looking at them! Yesh I’ve a fetish not only for heels, but also sneakers. Sneakers are not only comfortable but they’re also practical as they protect my feet better. Very ideal for jumping and climbing. But that la, I HAVE TO WASH THEM. Which I don’t really do often. Lazy ok.

 

Sneaker Levi’s sungguh ideal. Tak payah basuh. Reebok and MCKY sneakers are tolerable. Sneaker Nike putih sungguh menyakitkan hati =_=

 

Like I said, I’m a universal shoe lover.

 

 

TADAAAAAA!! My new pair of army kindda boots. I’ve been searching for one ever since National Service ended. Should have just sneaked the boots out then

 

 

It’s Lee Cooper and it’s damn comfy. Doesn’t matter if it rains, or if the road’s muddy, I could just trudge up in my boots! Yay. Also, I think these would be really helpful if I had to kick someone someday.

 

But I don’t really like the shoe lace though. I’ll have to find new ones after exams. I still want a pair of Doc Martens though   A pair costs at least $200. Waaaaaa, I’ve to save up a lot. Am not good at saving.

 

Oh yeah, did I say I liked all kind of shoes? Sorry, that’s not entirely true.

 

 

Never ever ever in a million years would I buy a pair of CROCS. I don’t care how anti-bacterial, comfy or light they are. They’re UGLY. Ugly ugly ugly ugly *gagged*

 

Still gagging away at the sight of crocs.

Physiology practical exam

There’s only one thing I’d like to share about my practical exams last week. Physiology practical exam.

 

Unfortunately, I got Dr. Sandal (I’m not even sure this is the right spelling) for clinical examination that day. Hah, kutuk lecturer kutuk. Exam dah dekat *cough*

 

“I’ve never seen you before.”

“Because there are 161 students sir.”

He asked this question to every student =_=

 

“What do I teach?”

“Physiology.” DUH.

“Do you know my name?”

 

“Dr. Sandal.. er- I just call you Dr. Sandal.”

Thanks to my housemates who kutuk-kutuk him the day before. Otherwise I wouldn’t even know his name.

 

“Ok. What are you supposed to do?”

“Percussion and auscultation of the respiratory system sir.”

“Go ahead.”

 

Tap tap tap. Did percussion. Answered 2 questions. Done.

 

“What’s next?”

“Auscultation.”

While I was trying to wear the stethoscope under my head scarf,

 

“Why do you have to wear that thing?” Pointing to my head scarf.

 

“Because my religion asks me to. And according to a scientific survey, the parts of women that stimulates men the most are the neck and the hair.”

Someone told me this once. And I knew since he’s a doctor, he wouldn’t be able to find any loophole if I threw in a couple of scientific facts.

 

He nodded. I auscultated my subject.

 

“But I never felt stimulated when women exposed their hair and necks. You know, I see them everyday..Indian women. I’m used to it already.”

“Maybe because you’re married.” My subject backed me up. Arigatou.

“No no, even before I was married I didn’t feel anything.”

 

How should I know?

 

“You’re the men, I’m the women. You should know better. I just believe that for people to respect you, you have to respect yourself. Covering myself up is the way I respect myself. It doesn’t do any harm to anyone so far. Not doing so on the other hand, might. “

 

Get on with the assessment la!

 

“I didn’t mean to offend you. I was just curious because you wore your head scarf more neatly than the others (?). Sorry if I hurt you.”

 

Good good. Give me high marks.

“No sir, it’s okay. I know you’re just curious. I’m used to it.” hypocrite hypocrite hypocrite hypocrite hypocrite hypocrite hypocrite.

 

Took my stethoscope and blah cepat-cepat before he could ask me anything else. While I was doing the report, I realised I’d forgotten to test my subject’s colour vision using the Ischihara’s chart. And he didn’t ask as well…..nevermind. Can just write the report.

 

I probably sounded irked. I WAS. Had he asked those questions any other time, I wouldn’t have any problem sharing my opinions. But it seemed that he was more interested in the conversation rather than assessing my skills and knowledge. That’s not cool because I stayed up until 3.30 am to study the night before. If I knew this was coming, I would have gone to bed early instead!

 

Yeah I’m darn lazy so what.

 

Those type of questions always make me feel uncomfortable and self-concious. Simply because I don’t think I could explain it well enough. I’m afraid I might depict the wrong ideas. And that’s not good. People shouldn’t judge Islam based on what I say.

 

But I guess the questions he asked me were better than this one question the person after me kena :

 

“What does Malaysia mean?”

 

You open every physiology book in the world also wouldn’t be able to find the answer to that question

 

 =_=’

Mascara

Truthfully, I have nothing much to say. Wtfshehasnothingtosaythenwhyblog?

 

Study leave has started and for someone who always complain about having none before, yeah, it’s making me nervous. Because at the end of it, Professional exams await. The thought that my first year of medicine is ending only in a month thrills and scares me at the same time. It’s been a long year,no doubt but to finally see it ends? *gulp*

 

The carry marks are out. I’m guessing most of us are probably sweating our armpits out to calculate how much we’ve to score in the Professional exams. My marks for the 3rd IA sucked big time but thankfully my carry marks aren’t that horrifying. I’ve to pass my professional exams to pass my first year.

 

How hard is passing right? That’s only like half of the total marks *second gulp*

 

Anyhow, that’s my last shoot; this final exam. Ok la, I know there’s still viva and the supplementary exams but I definitely am NOT planning to sit for those. I DON’T CARE IF THE WHOLE WORLD SETS ON FIRE, TO HELL ARE THOSE GONNA HAPPEN.

 

Suddenly emotional ^_^

 

The thought of having to repeat the whole first year is torturing. I’d rather stop buying Mars bars no, let’s choose something more dramatic- ok, SHOES than to allow that to happen.

 

Seriously. I WOULD RATHER GIVE UP ON SHOES. Darn, I just saw these clear sneakers in a magazine. I want one!

 

 

Wanted clear sneakers at $49.99

 

White is my favourite ^_^ Your colourful socks actually show when you wear them. If you wear white socks with the white clear sneakers, would they pass off as your every day school uniform shoes? Most importantly, TAK PENAT NAK CUCI KASUT BWAHAHAHA.

 

Eh what the heck. I was talking about my exams.

 

Ok. EXAMS. I’ve never been the smart type. I’m not one of those people who don’t really read much but would still excel in exams. If I didn’t study, I failed. FULL STOP. There won’t be any other ending. I’m usually positive about that. Not the failing part. The couldn’t-grasp-things-as-fast part. Even if life isn’t fair, I know Allah is There are other things I’m really good at like wasting money.

 

But this time, I really lashed out. Probably because it seems that no matter how hard I study, I still couldn’t score. And I guess I’m sick of that. Sick and envious of the ’smart’ people. Then Deeba told me to stop comparing myself with other people. And…I didn’t realise I was doing just that until she scolded me. I never compared myself. I usually couldn’t be bothered about everyone else (except during gossiping ).

 

Somehow things don’t work out that well for me. I feel like giving up at times. Maybe this path is just not meant for me. Maybe what I should be doing is somewhere out there.

 

But what the fuck, those are bullshit. I know that much.

 

Each of us has different paths. Different destiny. It might be grueling, might be pain staking but I’ll reach there soon enough. Some are just born with thick and long eyelashes. But some need to stick on fake eyelashes and put on coats of mascara just to get the same effect. More efforts, but the results are there nevertheless.

 

I just need a new mascara

I survived!

Things to do after exams:

 

1. Shop

2. Staying up late watching movies (no studying yay!!)

3. Sleepover and gossip sessions

4. Study for practical exams you lazy ass jangan perasan exams are completely over

 

Number 4 is harsh

 

I seriously don’t know what to say about exams. You know, when people ask you how your paper was (people as in parents to be specific) I usually answer,

“Like that la.” And they’re never never satisfied with that.

 

What’s there to say??

 

Even if I felt I could totally nail it…then how come only got pass la?? That’s one of the mysteries of the world you know *sighs*

 

To make it short, the exams this time were anguishing. More pressure, more mental and physical sores. Why? One whole year of syllabus tested in 6 papers of 3 subjects, sat in 5 days straight without any gap in between. Oh, did I mention there was no study week? And thus, we turned into zombies.

 

The closer it was to the last paper, the higher my stress level. If anyone could still crack a smile in between, I would be way impressed.

 

But those are over. OVER. Now I can sleep like mad. Funny how I look forward to sleeping now because I used to think it was a waste of time. You know how much you could do in that 6-7 hours? Humans ought to come with chargers. Then we could still function normally while being charged. Yes, like hand phones!

 

That was last time; back when I had so many things to do besides studying. Now I LOVE sleeping! When I felt so lazy to study, I forced myself to sleep. See how useful it is??

 

Now I’m lazing around because unlike the other batches, my practical exams start on Wednesday afternoon! – that’s the only advantage of being the 161st student. In anything, you’re always the LAST (I hate it when attendance is taken. I have to wait for ages before I could leave). That and the lecturers rarely ask me any question. 160 selalu kena

 

Dah. I have nothing else to write. Might as well sleep. I just know I’m gonna suffer for Anatomy’s practical but…… what’s later is later. Now is now.This positive outlook on things always get me into trouble, haih.

 

Oh yeah, one thing I learned from this whole exam thing?

 

DO NOT DRINK BOTH PEPSI AND COFFEE AT THE SAME TIME. It’s very bad for stomach, as I’d recently discovered. I blame biochemistry paper =_=

Come What May

 

3rd Internal Assessment.

 

Study hard.  Absorb as much.  Tawakal to Allah s.w.t.  Sit for the exams.  Answer what I can.  Answer what I can’t as well.  Send the papers in. Walk out. Prepare myself for First Professional Exam which will be 3 weeks from now.

 

SADAKALLAHULAZIM.

The Dress, Dinner and Birthday

I would advice you guys to go to the kitchen and stock on snacks and a big bottle of Pepsi before reading this post because it’s going to be a long one

 

 

The Dress

Last Sunday started with me waking up at 9.30 am and going to Sparkles to fetch my dress for the dinner that night. When I walked through the door, the tailor was just finishing it up. She promised me the dress on the 2nd of July and yet 3 days later, there she was, still sewing away.

 

*snort* That’s so expected of her.

 

When it was done, I tried it on. Honestly, it wasn’t that bad. I really liked the colour tones and the flare of the dress. It was close to pretty, except for one thing. Ok, 2 things. She turned the whole design into an empire-waist dress and made flared sleeves when I clearly told her I wanted bell-bottom sleeves. Gila tak ikut arahan. I could forgive her for the sleeves but NOT the empire cut.

 

You know what’s the deadly flaw of an empire-waist dress?

 

If there are too many pleats, too much flare, you could end up looking pregnant. And that’s exactly what happened. I looked as if I was carrying twins.

 

So I asked her, “Is it possible to maybe open up the stitches and reduced the pleats?” She gave a million excuses of why she couldn’t do that; none of which I believed. The only reason it wasn’t possible was probably because she had another 10 dresses to be done before 6 pm. I took that into consideration and so I relented.

 

The only way out I could think of was (my my, wasn’t she helpful) to tie a big sash around the waist. I asked for gold satin. Unavailable. I asked for white. Unavailable. I asked for brown. Still unavailable.

 

Bodo. Tutup kedai la.

 

At last she gave me one like Syaza’s (see the pictures below). Even then there was a problem; she only had enough material to do one sash. After a few phone calls, she managed to find extra pieces of the same colour. Since it would take some time for her to make the sash, I wanted to change but guess what?

 

I COULDN’T GET OUT OF THE FRIGGING DRESS!

 

When that happened, she frowned and asked, “How did you get into the dress in the first place then?” Like somehow it was my fault I couldn’t get out. That’s so fucking ridiculous. I’ve never seen a dress without a zipper before in my whole life. She tried a few more times while I suffocated because it was a floor-length dress with two layers of  lining and I happened to be claustrophobic. It wasn’t my fault I freaked out every time the fabric covered my face. At last she had to cut the back of the dress and sew a zipper on. Hah!

 

Most of her customers, which were mostly my fellow MBBS Malaysian friends and seniors, had yelled at her at least once that day. None of them walked out with a happy smile on their faces. I know because I was there from 10 am to 5.30 pm and had witnessed it all. Well, not all. I wasn’t there when Syaza said “Fuck you.” to her face because she had the nerve to put all the blames on having to re-do Syaza’s sash.

 

The best dramas always happened when I was not around. Haih.

 

I was waiting for Balqish outside the fitting room when suddenly the guy (her husband) said,

“You’ve been very patient with us and very polite, even my tailors like you. You’re a good girl, co-operating with us.” 

Then he offered to order juice for us which we politely declined.

 

HAH, DID YOU READ THAT MUM AND DAD? That’s the kind of daughter you guys have painfully raised Lol.

 

Even if ran amok in their shop, what good would that do to me? Admittedly, their works sucked big time. They’re way greedy for accepting all the orders when they weren’t even sure they could finish them on time. Not to mention the woman was not even the slightest professional (she yelled at one of my friends saying there’s no such thing as ethics in business, boleh tak?). With all the pressure, I was shocked she didn’t have spasm there and then. My point is, at the end of the day, I was still the one who needed a dress presentable enough for the dinner. Being polite did not hurt.

 

Were it a different case, I would have probably burned the shop. Yes, I’m a hypocrite through and through! Cheers

 

I arrived home at 6 pm. The dinner was supposed to start at 7.30 pm.

 

At 6.30 pm, as expected, the whole building went blackout and we had to get ready in the dark. Awesome. 7.30 pm came but the taxis we booked for the night did not. Out of desperation, my housemates and I had to go by auto. By then it was already 8 pm. Excellent.

 

 

Erks, ambik gambar dalam auto to check on the make-up done in the dark. Ok, pipi tembam. Tak nak diet.

 

The Dinner

We arrived at Le Meredien Hotel just in time.

 

Sorry, I kindda forgot it was for charity

 

 

Balqish senyum fake

 

 

Syaza’s, mine and……? Siapa dapat jawab bagi gula-gula sebijik.

 

 

 

 

And..that’s all I managed to nibble. The food sucked.

 

 

 

 

My table

 

 

MJ!!!!!!

 

 

I envied Zi who got to wear t-shirt and jeans! She’s one of the photographers of the night.

 

 

With Kozac. I forgot to mention my dress had a 10-inch long trail. That’s the reason why my most said sentence that night is, “PLEASE DON’T STEP ON MY TRAIL.”

 

 

There there, nampak tak my trail?

 

 

With Datin Number 1

 

 

This girl is my booster for cam-whoring

 

 

King and Queen of IMS ‘09. I voted for Ammal!!

 

 

 

Syaza, the wife of Prime Minister negara entah mana

 

 

My physio lecturers, Dr. Magna and Dr. Veena

 

 

With T-Rex. I adore her

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our Anatomy lecturer, Dr. Kulkani. Nominated as the Most Popular Lecturer.

 

 

“Sir, you look so handsome tonight!”

“Why, thank you!”

“So do you have any tips for Biochem exam?”

“No no. you have to study all.”

=_= Bodekan tak menjadi.

 

 

Datin Number 2 and 1

 

 

 

The associate dean, Dr. Sudha. Jangan main-main, she uses LV handbag to campus and trust me, it ain’t fake. Any idea what’s her clutch’s brand might be?

 

 

 Kan I dah cakap she likes to ajak me camwhore

 

 

Duduk mencangkung tepi jalan while waiting for the cab. I squat fabulously in heels, fail in pumps a.k.a I dunno how to squat

 

 

With Deeba at the airport. Fetching Mimi who’s arriving from Malaysia straight after the dinner.

 

Needless to say, the sash saved my night. Sayang sash.

 

 

The Birthday

 

 

6.7.89 was the day Naned was born. I remember because she kept saying, “Wey, tarikh birthday aku cantik~ 6789!”

 

Naned is my adorable ex-roommate yang sampai sekarang suka singgah at our house to eat and tengok tv She makes heavenly desserts weh.

 

After coming back from fetching Mimi (almost 2 am?), a bunch of us headed to Raghuram Apartment to surprise her.

 

 

 

When you see the word GEMOK, you instantly know it’s my fault hehe

 

 

  

60 roses for Naned meant….we only had 300 rupess in our pockets at that time

 

 

 

On a short note, I’m taking a 3-month break from drum class due to exams and holiday

 

 

 

Will continue upon passing into 2nd year, insyaAllah. Jom solat hajat beramai-ramai for my 3rd IA next week

Mr. Brain

Somehow, this week is full of ponteng-kelas-proxy-signature-bukak-buku-belajar.

 

Somehow lah. Then how come there’s still a lot more to revise???

 

Deeba and I did manicure and pedicure today since class ended at 10.30 am (a first in almost a year!! ponteng kelas petang is not counted!) and we’re left with nothing to do for the rest of the day. Except for studying…but then, ever since we came here, when has life been about anything else?

 

Like most of the girls out there (and maybe guys eww), I love pampering myself. But even if you pay me to do manicure, pedicure, facials, body massage etc I would think it over a thousand times. The idea of doing nothing (flipping magazines and listening to Ipod ARE nothing) for 2 hours or more is simply not flattering. I could hyperventilate out of boredom. 

 

For guys who pamper themselves, ehem, my advice would be, if you’re not a celebrity, don’t try so hard. If you’re budak medic IMS sama batch with me, don’t try at all.

Seriously, if you’re complementing on his complexion and it turns out he’s wearing compact powder…..*speechless*

It’s a MAJOR TURN-OFF. Guys should just go with natural.

 

Jom advertise kejap:

 

MR. BRAIN

 

Before someone screamed in my ears, “WOIH EXAM LAGI SEMINGGU.”, THIS SERIES IS ABOUT NEUROSCIENCE OKAY. So technically, I’m revising neurophysiology at the same time!

 

“Humans can lie using words but the brain can’t lie.”

 

Fuh. Cool gila. Buat I semangat nak study physio >_<

 

It reminds me a bit of CSI only that this series is purely about the brain. Makes me feel ashamed I concentrated more on wrinkling my nose at the smell of formalin rather than appreciating the brain during dissection.

 

And, it has cute brief tutorials:

“In the human brains, things in the left field of vision is processed by the right brain and things in the right field of vision is processed by the left brain. The right brain is better at making decisions like ‘Is this a male or female?’ so if the left half is female, it will decide it’s a woman. If the left half is male, then it will decide it’s a man. So if you want a certain someone to notice your femininity or masculinity, you should try stay in their left field of vision.”

 

Told you it’s neurophysiology!

Panadol

That day when I felt sick that I couldn’t bring myself to go to class (alasan malas pergi kelas bwahahaha),

 

Balqish came to my room:

 

“Nisa, ko demam ke? Panas. Takyah gi kelas lah. Ko dah makan panadol?”

“Tak. Panadol besar sangat.”

 

The next thing I knew, she took out the chopping board and the kitchen-knife,

 

 

 

and cut the Panadol in half.

 

“Nah, dah kecik.”

 

*sob sob* TERHARU.

 

Of course then I had to swallow the panadol. The fact that it had decreased in size DID NOT change it’s taste =_=’