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.

Serenity, Interrupted.

Monday blues and black mood don’t mix well.

 

Those and there were no new surgery cases and I was the only one present in my batch as the doctor usually comes at 11.30 am.

Plus shitty nurses. You guys just wait, I’ll have my revenge someday.

 

Feeling utterly depressed, I found myself alone at Cubbon Park, a 15-minute walk from Sindhi Hospital.

 

 

 

Cubbon Park is a 300-acre park which is further divided into 7-8 smaller parks. You can take your pick which one you prefer.

 

Wanting to avoid distractions from passing vehicles, I went deeper till I found a secluded surrounding. Just as I was making myself comfortable on a bench under a tree, a middle-age man passed by.

 

 

 

Based on his clothes, I assumed he was on his morning jog so I wasn’t bothered.

Until he addressed me. Kacau daun, man. I wasn’t sure I heard him quite right so I just went,

“Huh?” with a blur face.

“I love you.”

A further, “Huh??” followed.

“I think we’ll enjoy being together.”

Alright, I’ve just met a psycho. So I replied,

“English, no.” while shaking my head. A trick I mastered in a train in Rome. When you want an easy escape, pretend you don’t understand English.

“What language do you speak?”, he asked further.

I stayed silent and shook my head, indicating I didn’t understand his question.

“What’s your name?”

On impulse I answered, “Alia.”, seeing as I was messaging her at that time. Bad move.

 

He went away. I followed him with my eyes; yup, he was sitting on another bench just a few meters away from me.

 

I guess my senses wasn’t working at that time for I settled down on the same spot and opened the story book I brought.

 

Um, I forgot I wasn’t supposed to understand English. And yet there I was, reading an English novel. Right.

 

Then the crazy man started calling out my name. Or rather, my friend’s name.

“Alia. Alia. Aliaaaaa.”

I ignored him and tried to concentrate on my reading.

 

A moment later, he appeared in front of me again.

“Do you want this?”, he asked.

“Huh?” Brows furrowed and forehead wrinkled, by this time I was already feeling annoyed.

“Do you want this?”, this time he pointed towards his pants.

 

His manhood was hanging out of his opened zipper. In public.

OMG I’D JUST ENCOUNTERED A PERVERT!!!!!

 

A look of horror registered on my face and I instantly picked up my bag and started walking fast in the opposite direction.

 

I’m sure he was sane as he started to mumble, “Sorry, sorry.”. Sane or not, I wasn’t gonna stay and find out!

 

Cis, I came to clear my head, you semakkan lagi.

 

Dah la pakai baju kurung. I stood out like a sore thumb in the park.

 

I moved on to another park, all the while looking back to make sure he wasn’t following me. It didn’t help that I’d just finished reading a book about a woman being stalked during the weekend.

 

I chose an open space this time. Took some pictures, watched the squirrels chasing each other, listened to music until it was time to go back to the hospital. Another 15 minutes walk.

 

 

Afterwards, when I told the incident to my friends, they scolded me for

a) Going to the park alone without telling anyone with my phone on silent mode.

b) Not making my escape when he started talking to me in the first place.

c) Sat at the park for another 40 minutes before leaving after that.

 

I, on the other hand, found the whole thing as a new experience. Not a good one, but an experience nonetheless.

I wasn’t scared, it was more of feeling disgusted I guess. Probably because I’d seen a lot of those…..thingy during clinical postings. I’d even palpated the scrotum bare-handed before. One of the perks of being a medical student I’d say. NOT.

 

But all in all, alhamdulillah nothing happened.

 

Sucking on a strawberry lollipop, something I haven’t had in a long time.

 

The weather was perfect

 

Being in Bangalore, I admit I’m wrapped in a false sense of security. I feel safe, something I don’t feel back in Malaysia.

 

There are moments when I feel like watching movies alone at night, or going shopping. I have no problem walking home from JP park in the dark or going back from MG Road by myself at midnight.

 

I hate being dependent on others, so I taught myself to not be afraid to be by myself (that’s why I’ve a strict no ghost/horror movies policy) Sure, it’s dangerous. But I love it, I guess. I craved the solitude.

 

Knowing this habit of mine, the only thing my dad told me before I boarded the plane was, “Don’t go anywhere alone.”

My first week back here, I’d broken my words to him

 

I won’t say I’ll stop this habit of mine, but I’ll try to be much more careful next time *gives a hard kick to Common Sense and Instincts*

Salam Maal Hijrah

And it’s the New Year

 

Hello, people.

 

I’m not sure of what to write, to be honest. A self-reflecting post would be the most appropriate, I guess. Only the cats left me in a sour mood the whole day.

 

Especially the “they make your house stink” bit.

Warghhhh, cats are hazardous!

 

*takes a deep breath*

 

Salam Maal Hijrah everyone. Hopes this new year’ll bring us more barakah than the last

 

For the moment I’ll just pray for more strength and patience towards cats, ameen!

Books, books. And books.

Sorry, this isn’t the gruesome post I was talking about.

We’ll save that for another day, shall we?

 

At least I’m back from hiatus! Now that’s one good news!

 

Woke up at 6.30 am and was greeted by a grey and wet day. Why is it always raining lately?? It’s not supposed to rain! It screws with my early-morning-weekend jog! But I went nevertheless.

Rain promises less crowd and solitude like no others. Happy.

 

So anyway. Sissy and I (Zie doesn’t count, you’ll know why soon enough) went to the book fair yesterday! A lot of people confused it with the Bangalore Book Festival (which is going on now), but it’s not! It’s just a small non-publicised book fair which we happened to stumble upon.

 

Look at Sissy spoiling my picture.

 

When we saw the Rs 50 per book sign outside, we assumed it was just a promotional gimmick. How can all the books be Rs 50 pfft.

Then I asked one of the staff and he said yes, all books are Rs 50. And then I told Sissy and for a while we were just giddy.

RM 3 for each book!!!!

If there’s a heaven on earth, this must be it.

 

Look at the amount of books! God, we practically went berserk! I wanted to buy everything!

 

Encyclopaedias priced at Rs 300 each. Dirt cheap!!

 

And cook books! Even if I didn’t cook, I wanted these for my shelves! They look so pretty being hard-cover and all…

 

My haul that day   24 books!

 

After that we just couldn’t stop laughing! Man, I can’t remember the last time I felt that exhilarating.

 

While Sissy and I bought enough books to last for a year, Zie bought a total of….wait for it-

3 books.

1, 2, 3 books.

I I I books.

 

How could she just buy 3 books when they’re so cheap?? HOW????

Even then 2 of them weren’t for her! But she waited patiently while Sissy and I took almost 2 hours thumbing through the books. And that’s only coz it’s cheap- we practically dumped everything that looked interesting into our baskets. Had it been the usual prices, we’d have taken double the time T__T

 

And then I went back there again today and got myself another 5 books ahem. So cheap ok who could resist.

 

Book collection in Bangalore. Minus the ones people borrowed from me.

 

Books bought 2 weeks ago, waiting to be read.

 

Books I don’t know where to put. No space dah.

T___T

 

So. Bailey & Love mau baca bila?

A short break

Because I’m

 

 

Feckin’ tired these days that all I feel like doing during my free times is to snuggle under the sheets with a good book. Bless the cold weather.

 

Eh why am I writing I’m supposed to be on hiatus!

 

Ok ok, will be back with a gruesome post later!

Much much later.

Till then, have a good life people ^^

Eid al-Adha

Let’s start with food, because to be honest, what’s Eid al-Adha without them?

 

It’s a safe bet to say I didn’t cook any of these.

I helped crush the nuts for the kuah kacang though *proud*

 

Now this beef rendang deserves a picture on its own. Oh, I helped slice the meat btw *proud*

And I also helped rinse the beef with soap *loser*

Accident ok! Being the honourable busgirl, it was my duty to wash whatever’s in the sink. How was I to know the beef were somewhere underneath the stack of plates???

But a bit of washing up and a cube of beef stock and everything was fine! I mean, the beef rendang was definitely superb. Must had been the soap.

 

 

We had to perform Aidiladha prayer at home as everyone couldn’t get ready in time.

*I* woke up the latest despite being the one with the least work. One of the mysteries in life I would say.

 

Is what she does best.

 

 

 

Is obviously faking it, thank you very much.

Whatever beef rendang needs stirring for?

 

This is the, I’m so happy with my Iphone 4 expression.

Ceh.

 

The host a.k.a the one who did most of the preparations

 

 

Selca 1

Mimi menyibuk at the back, boo Mimi boo.

 

Selca 2 with soulmate *wipes tears*

 

The chef making sure the lemang’s cooked.

 

 

Is what I do best, thank you very much.

Am in the process of learning Zatyfaty’s style of wearing the shawl. I must say I quite like it.

 

Everyone’s listening intently to the Aidiladha mini khutbah.

Let’s pretend we don’t noticed Mai holding the fork.

 

And it’s time to eat! Nyum nyum.

 

Call me a loser but this was the first time I ate lodeh (which I kept saying londeh that’s seluar londeh wtf).

It’s yummy!

 

To sum the day, because you don’t wanna see another 135 pictures of us. And because I don’t wanna edit the 135 pictures of us.

Photo by Nabil.

 

Oh, and this one. Because Hazrul specifically said, “Don’t put this up on your blog.” which of course, made me want to put it up all the more.

I’m annoying like that, sorry.

 

Ice cream for the night. The R’s gone, meh.

 

Went back home, prayed and zZz. Blew out 2 open houses that afternoon.

 

And at night I transformed into makcik jual sayur tadaaaaa.

WEH I’M TALLER THAN HANEFA WEH. Hurray!!

 

EFFA: Where’s your baju kurung? Why are you not Raya-ing??

At 10 pm, I’m most comfortable in my PJs. Screw pretty clothes and make up.

 

Duo makcik jual sayur.

 

We were really on our way to Kak Sha’s for our slumber party that night, hence the PJs. More food!! I must had eaten 3-days worth of meals that day.

Watched a Hindustan movie titled…something long something too long to remember. I’d take Hindustan any day rather than the Indonesian’s ghost movie they’d planned to watch originally.

 

WHO WATCHES GHOST MOVIE ON RAYA WHO???

 

And one last thing,

 

Many years ago, our father Ibrahim (AS) made a choice. He loved his son. But he loved God more. The commandment came to sacrifice his son. But it wasn’t his son that was slaughtered; it was his attachment. It was his attachment to anything that could compete with his love for God. And the beauty of such sacrifice is this:

Once you let go of your attachment, what you love is given back to you, now in a purer, better form. So let us ask ourselves, which attachments do we need to slaughter?

- Yasmin Mogahed-

School life

It’s a holiday today! At least, for us posted in Sindhi Hospital.

 

Something about celebrating it’s 50th anniversary/grand opening stuff I’m not really sure lah. I gotta say I love October and November!! So many public holidays (at least a day each week yo)!

 

Though that doesn’t make any difference for us in Surgery. We dragged ourselves to the hospital during the weekends regardless. When else could patients undergo surgery if not during the holidays?

 

So that’s where I should be this morning. Only when I was revising Bailey & Love at the crack of dawn while wiping my runny nose, did it occur to me

Runny nose cannot enter the OT.

 

So I shut the book closed and went back to sleep FML. But it’s a welcoming rest; 3 weeks into Surgery and already I have eye bags. Wonder how the surgeons do it. Now even the cauterisation of human flesh smells like KFC to me wtf.

 

Squids. That’s what I feel like whenever I’m wearing one of these scrubs. At least it’s Muslimah friendly. This would be a no go in Malaysia’s OT but well, we’ll deal with it when we have to deal with it.

But still, blue is really an unflattering colour *sighs*

 

No, I don’t think she’s on FB.

 

The nerd I’m becoming these days. But that’s not important here.

LOOK BEHIND ME WAHAHAHAHA.

 

#random I miss Matteo!

Hari ini dalam sejarah

I’ve done a lot of stupid things in my life. And by a lot, I mean a lot.

 

I’d accidentally tripped over the wires on stage causing the microphone stand to fall during the prefects’ appointment in front of the whole school.

I’ve slipped on slippery floor in the middle of restaurants.

I’ve tripped myself on the stairs in public more numbers than I could count.

I’d spilled my more-than-half-full Coke on an unknown person sitting in front of me in the cinema.

I’d knocked dainty candle holders during Raya visits, causing them to smash into smithereens. 

 

The list goes on really. I’ve given up feeling embarrassed on the silly things I’ve done for there’re too many =_____=”

 

But today, I’ve another experience to add to the list FML.

 

That soap dispenser was originally full!! Look at what’s left! Got soap even on the floor FML.

 

After palpating a patient, I went to the sink to wash my hands. I pushed the soap dispenser but no soap came out wtf. Thinking it was broken, I quit trying. But then a batch mate pushed it and out came the soap, as easy as any.

 

WHAT IS THIS SO NOT FAIR!

 

So I gave it another try; this time thinking the trick was to push it harder. But I must had pushed that thing upward because the next thing I knew,

 

THE SOAP DISPENSER GOT UNHOOK FROM THE WALL AND FLEW UPWARD.

 

Flew upward I could deal with but the lid popped open and the content spilled everywhere!!!!!! Soap everywhere oh my god! On the sink, the floor, ON MY CLOTHES!!!!!

 

Stupid soap dispenser stupid soap dispenser.

 

And to make matter worse, behind me stood 5 of my batch mates with 3 juniors, all pretended to pay attention on the doctor examining a patient. Oh, and there’s the nurse as well.

 

A class was taking place and there I was, trying to clean the soap out from my clothes (which wouldn’t seem to come out)!!!! Memang I was doing my laundry in the middle of the surgery OPD kan.

 

Ladies and gentleman, this is one of the moments in life when you feel like tying a noose around your neck and strangling yourself dead =_____=”

 

Thank God the doctor had his back on me or else I’d simply melt into the floor out of embarrassment. But the rest couldn’t stop giggling and sniggering!!

 

“Ko macam kartun kat belakang tu kalut gile.”

 

YOU TRY LA HAVING SOAP ON YOU IN FRONT OF EVERYONE!

 

And the thing is, I was doubled over from laughing myself! Couldn’t stop laughing at my dumbness and thinking how stupid things like this only happen to people like me =___=”

 

 

And oh, to all who helped, thank you thank you thank you! To those who laughed, well, at least it was good entertainment pffft.

Modern oldies

One of my favourite oldies

And this is as classic as I could get, lol.

 

 

I love the original one better but the drum cover in this video is priceless.

 

So here’s wishing you guys Eid al-Adha with Blink 182

Soak up the meaning behind it, for only then it becomes worthy of celebrating. Else, you could just dress up and eat nice food anytime.

Mine comes a day later, as usual. Oh how it suits everything else in this country.

 

 

Have a great celebration everyone

Kak Sha’s B Bash

I guess by now everyone’s sick of reading my Hampi stories *talking to the mirror*

So let’s take a break shall we?

 

Kak Sha turned ___ last Thursday! Which I forgot wtf stabs self T___T

And then I messaged Mimi,

“WEH HARI NI BDAY KAK SHA I BARU TAU.”

 

Cheesecake.

 

Picture time!

(Today’s a holiday I lazy wanna talk a lot, a lot of more interesting stuff to do ok)

 

Bliss is now our official birthday cake shop. Awesome cheesecake. Though I wouldn’t recommend the red velvet and choc cakes.

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

 

I HATE THIS POSE MAX

 

Phewittttt amoi in the house

 

 

 

MJ could pass off as a serial killer anytime, anywhere.

 

With my soulmate!

 

I think I resemble a chipmunk the most. Been looking for my animal for ages now!

 

 

Ginger fish that was served super late =____=”

 

I always make stupid faces like this T__T  That’s what happened when you always talk dramatically.

Glad to know my nostrils are the same size! Silver lining wtf

 

With Mai ^^

I’ve the same pose, the same smile, the same everything lah. Quite boring actually but nevermind I’m demure like that HAHA.

 

Look at Kak Sha; the true LOL expression!

 

Most of us coincidentally wore pearl bracelets that night.

 

Tasha practically clogged the picture all by herself!

 

Kak Sha’s dress is gorgeous! Which we made together in our 1st year so long ago already!

I gave mine to Zatyfaty- which reminds me HOW COME I’VE NEVER SEEN HER WEAR IT??? You tak mau you bagi balik to me ok!

 

I think this is what girls do best- camwhoring.

Though Mimi’s an exception.

 

 

 

 

Bride moment *wipes tears from eyes*

 

This picture gives off a mysterious allure~

Where got! Tasha tak pandai amek gambar haha.

 

Everyone.

I’ve missed you, heels!

 

We Asians like to do the peace sign because it’s the safest pose. I mean, at least you won’t be standing there awkwardly, would you?

 

With soulmate again.

She had to tiptoe, I told you to wear heels!

 

Just to show how messy it gets when I’m getting ready.

It’s always like this no matter how early I start T___T