Mumble mumble bubble

It’s already 12.40 am and I haven’t taken my bath. I’ve switched on the water heater since 7 pm hueh. Lazy lor. Qish nags at me everyday coz I like taking my bath late. She says I’ll get pneumonia one day. I usually say,

 

“Qish it’s okayyyy. There’s hot water.”

 

Even though I know that doesn’t make any difference lol. You see, I DON’T LIKE TAKING BATHS. I think it’s a waste of time. I wish there’s this machine for humans…like the ones they use for car wash.

 

 

Like this!

 

Syiok ok. All you have to do is walk through it and tadaaaa, you’re all cleaned up! No energy is needed! I’ve always been the briefest person in the toilet. Maximum 7 minutes. I CANNOT FIGURE OUT WHY PEOPLE SPEND SO MUCH TIME IN THERE OK. Just how long one needs to brush teeth, cleanse face and take a shower?

 

BUT I STIILL BATH TWICE A DAY OK. Thrice if necessary. Strictly for hygienic purposes only. Don’t go around saying I tak mandi =_= The first thing I do when I wake up is take a bath. Bangun bangun terus masuk tandas.

 

AND I CANNOT STAND PEOPLE WHO ARE LAZY TO TAKE A BATH AT NIGHT SAYING IT’S TOO COLD AND THAT THEY’RE CLEAN EVEN THOUGH THEY WENT OUT BEFORE THAT! Some of my friends like to do that. Cannot tahan.

 

Remember, bacteria and germs are everywhere!!

 

Haha now I sound like a clean freak. Even though I’m not. Drama is essential in life!

 

I don’t wanna go to sleep so I forced myself to watch this korean drama everyone’s so mad about You’re Beautiful or something. 5 episodes in 2 hours! Hebat or not?? Lots and lots of forwarding. Dislike korean dramas as they’re too slow. And too many episodes =_=

 

I especially hate the scenes where the hero and heroine are in the same place but miraculously keep missing each other and after running here and there they ended up not bumping at all. Tak logic!!

 

Anyway, I don’t feel like going to sleep because if I do so, when I wake up it’s already Friday!! My last day of independence *sobs* Next week dah start clinical postings and com med T_T Got patho tutorial and microb test some more.

 

Haihhhhh. So cannot go to sleep! Must stretch the night as long as possible!
(I know technically it’s already Friday ok. Don’t point out something so obvious).

 

I think I snacked too much today. My only heavy meal was a sandwich from Subway. Then I ate dahi puri (Indian food which tastes nice of course if not what for I eat them??). Then mango pudding. Then pringles. Then choc sundae. Then Nutella – I have this habit of eating jams straight out from the jar just like that. Sedap! There’s no peanut butter and jelly jam here *sniffs*

 

I think I’d die if someone prevented me from snacking coz I love it so much!

 

Oh. I also ran all the way to CS at 10.25 pm (it closes at 10.30 pm) today to buy a bottle of Pepsi. What? Craving ok!! I SAID I’D STOP TREATING IT AS MY MINERAL WATER. DOESN’T MEAN I CAN’T DRINK IT AT ALL!

 

And tonight I helped in the gotong-royong for Raya Haji preparation on Saturday! I came a bit late so I missed chopping the shallots YES YES YES!!! I don’t like those coz they make my hands smelly and I can’t get rid of the smell for days basuh lah macam mana pun. Then they took out long white green whitish veggies ….

 

 

 

“What’s that??” An excited me. SO LAME.

“Serai. Ko tak pernah tengok ke?”

 

 

I thought serai was that green green leaves thingy. That’s daun pandan la pandai! Cis.

 

Serai wangi tangan tak berbau muahahaha!

 

And also, hari ni jatuh lagi T_T Slide on my knees on the marble tiles. Whose idea was it to use marble tiles for apartments??? Very slippery okay!! If I died then who’s gonna be responsible?? But tonight jatuh dengan cemerlang because a lot of my friends witnessed it T_T

 

You see, practice makes perfect! Humph. Ok 1.30 am already wanna take my bath.

 

P.S: Selamat Hari Raya Aidiladha to people back in Malaysia! And wherever lah.

 

P.P.S: Ayam, I hope you get well soon! >_<

One after another

Upon reading about water birth (source: Leokid), one thing especially caught my attention.

 

Aquatic Ape Hypothesis (AAH).

 

Whoa! And all this while I thought there was only Darwin’s theory! Macam-macam.

 

It was first proposed in 1942 and was expanded by Elaine Morgan. The theory was based on the differences between humans and great apes and the similarities between humans and the aquatic mammals.

 

Er, ok.

 

However, it was not accepted due to lack of evidence. No wonder I’ve never heard of it then.

 

Now. What I found amusing was this- our similarities with the aquatic mammals:

 

1. Humans are hairless compared to great apes, similar to rhinoceros and elephants which both have aquatic ancestors. Our body hair also follow the water flow-lines. Pulak dah. Masuk elephants and rhinoceros sekali.
2. A hooded nose to prevent water from entering the nostrils.
3. Voluntary breath control to allow diving and swimming.
4. Vestigial webbing between fingers.
5. Our brains require certain nutrients e.g iodine, essential fatty acids which could only be found in seafood. Boleh pulak jadi one of the reasons =_=

 

For more info, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aquatic_ape_hypothesis

 

From my skeptical tone, one could easily figure out I don’t believe in it. Nor do I believe in Darwin’s theory. Sorry science.

 

What I couldn’t understand is, why do they always have to associate humans with animals? The great apes lah, the aquatic mammals lah. I know scientists have inquisitive minds but…animals? *furrowed brows*

 

And if they were that inquisitive, shouldn’t they at least figured out it had something to do with The Higher Power?

 

Haih.

The Omelette

On my views regarding marriage and love:

“You’re weird.”

“I’m not weird. I’m unique “

 

On my views regarding music:

“You’re a rare person.”

” =_= I just happen to like what you dislike.”

 

On my views regarding cooking:

“Buck up!”

“Not that I don’t want to, but you guys will miss my omelette. When that happens what am I supposed to do?” 

 

 

TADAAA MY OMELETTE CANTIK!!

 

 

One day I will tell you guys the story of my omelette. Very historical *nods in a thoughtful manner*

 

Ciao~ desk is calling

Change is Life

 

 

 

What does one seek in life?

 

For me to list out the answers would take a total of only 3 days See, I’m not that greedy ha ha ha.

 

All this while, I keep saying I’m content with what I have. That’s somewhat true.

 

Only that day, I realised I’ve woken up roughly 7395 times to the same sun and yet, and yet there wasn’t much I could say about my life.

I realised I’ve been walking towards death for 20 years and yet today, I’m still not prepared for it.

 

What does that make me?

 

For the past one year, I’ve been rooting to the same spot. Too afraid to take a step forward, too afraid to leave what’s behind. I was scared of having to choose. I was scared of leaving everything I’ve been accustomed to since the day I was born.

 

I did not feel ready to take on the commitment. I did not feel ready to make that change. The leap was too big for me to make.

 

Tapi, sampai bila? Those 3 words were my exact thought.

 

Until when will I choose to be ignorant? When all this while, the obvious answer is A but I keep on circling B. Does that not make me foolish? What is the point of knowing but not acknowledging?

 

What is the point of praying when you do not know what you’re saying?

What is the point of versing the Quran but you continue defying His laws?

 

I’m living by holding on a broken pillar. The moment the pillar breaks, so will I.

 

 

“Alah, tak aci. Dia sekolah agama. Of course lah tahu semua benda.”

 

 

I could use that as my excuse. But what does it matter where one receives his/her education? She’s a Muslim. I’m a Muslim. Our responsibilities are equal. Our struggles should amount the same. There is no exception, sekolah agama or no sekolah agama.

 

When I couldn’t understand the lectures, I take extra efforts. I go to the library, I discussed with my friends, I googled it on the net. When it comes to religious matters, I…..sit still.

 

Some could say that’s human nature. Lumrah manusia. Nowadays, I found that more of an excuse than a concrete reason.

 

 

“Ilek ah. Dah memang lumrah manusia.”

 

 

If we chose not to eat and drink, we die. But we choose to do so to continue living. We make the choices, we control our needs and desires (parasympathetic controls aside). Those are in our nature but it all comes back to our decisions. How much do I want it, how far am I prepared to go?

 

For me, it means shutting down my blog.

 

 

 

HAHAHAHAHA KENA TIPU. No la, my blog would remain as it is. It will remain provocative, feminism and outspoken. And *coughs* full of complains *coughs* and bragging. Just minus the cursing ^_^

 

For every word that might have hurt anyone, I apologise. I have no intention to do so – ok lah, menipu lagi. There are some posts intended for that purpose. Just, you know, not every post. Especially not for people who has nothing to do with my life.

 

Pendek kata, I apologise. Full stop.

 

 

I am not being religious. Or tiba-tiba buang tabiat. But I feel that in the midst of a feast, I am starving. And that is not what I want.

 

Changing is no longer just another process in life. Like others, it is a commitment in need to be fulfilled. I’ve seen people who attempted to run but fell instead. And I’ve seen those who walked slowly, a step at a time until they reached the end. I, like them, have no desire to rush. There are still so many things I need to learn and bit by bit, I intend to do them right, insyaAllah.

 

Nowadays, I feel a life without havocs and unruliness are truly endearing. Maybe the totality of what I was seeking before is what I have now;  a new understanding of having to change the pattern of my life.

 

And the pattern of who I am.

 

Wallahualam.

Muka Buku

 

 

 

I don’t have Friendster/Facebook/MySpace accounts. And I intend to keep it that way, insyaAllah.

 

A question constantly asked by my friends is, why?

 

Because I don’t need one. It doesn’t serve me any purpose. I’m not interested in other people’s lives. Or browsing through their pictures. Or commenting on their walls. Or playing FB games. Or knowing the current state of their moods.

 

Those do not tell me what I need to know about people.

 

 

“Buat lah FB. Boleh keep in touch!”

 

A sentence which, please forgive me, annoys me the most. So what did people use to keep in touch before FB existed? Asap? Ketuk drum? Kertas cawan?

FB is the easiest way to update ourselves on people’s lives. It is not the only way to keep in touch.

 

In my opinion, those who say it are the ones who could not be bothered. Of course. Why go through all the troubles when it’s just one click away?

Buta technology sungguh.

 

Because I appreciate friends who remember my birthday not by knowing it through FB, but because they care. I appreciate an email on their lives more than a short comment on the wall. And most importantly, I’m able to recognise friends apart  from those who are not. There are people, “friends”, which frankly, I don’t care about.

 

All these, I will only discover by not having a FB account. I do not care for those who do not deserve it.

 

I blog. I read your blog. I’m not totally absent from this virtual world.

 

I’m here, only if you care.

Winter Hols

Clinical theory today was on surgery by Dr. Pandit, as always.

 

“I have one good news and one bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?”

“Bad newssssss.”

“Your winter holiday is cancelled. The good news is you will be starting your clinical posting at Jain Hospital on the 1st of December.”

 

Silence.

 

…

Digesting…

…

Digesting…

…

Digesting…

 

 

And then the whole class turned into an uproar.

 

Ah! Wat iz zat?? No hols in December!!

 

Since we started later than the others, we have to compensate by undergoing clinical postings during the 2 weeks of hols. So while the others go on vacations, we’ll be spending our holidays at Mahaveer Jain hospital.

 

Smooth. Real smooth.

 

Like the rest, I was outraged. Couldn’t they tell us sooner? Before we bought the plane tickets. Before we started planning on how to spend our hols. That couldn’t be too much to ask right?

 

Ah. It’s hard not to feel disappointed. Unlike most of my classmates though, I didn’t plan on going anywhere during the hols. Not to Agra, not to Goa, not to Malaysia. I’ll be staying right here in Bangalore. I’m cool – except for one tiny flaw:

 

 

MY FAMILY IS COMING FOR A VISIT. FOR THE WHOLE 2 WEEKS.

 

 

Now. How am I going to show them around and go for clinical postings everyday (except Sunday) at the same time?

 

This is bad since my family is planning on touring other parts of India as well. Of course I can’t miss that. Parents bayar ok Precious time spend with family.

 

Tapi itulah. Women are so emotional. Suka risau tak tentu pasal.

 

 

I could worry all month, I could throw tantrums all day but let’s face it; nothing’s gonna change. I still have to go for clinical postings and my family is still coming for a visit. When it comes to dealing with stuff like this, I turn to this saying- life is all about going with its flow. So… come what may Things will settle on their own. They always do.

 

And I need the clinical postings. Mengamuk lah macam mana pun, I need them. It’s a good thing, what the uni did. I mean, if we were to catch up all those by ourselves, well, do you think you would? Sah-sah malas nak study sendiri. And the real purpose of being here is to study anyway.

 

I don’t believe in coincidences. Everything happens for a reason because Allah wants it that way.

 

Only I told my parents not to nag if I skipped class *coughs*

 

 

And I quote Dr. Pandit,

 

We’re preparing you for the future when you’ve become doctors. You think you’ll get holidays all the time? You have to get use to this. Start now.

 

 

Oh well. Life is full of surprises. That’s what I like about it ^_^

The park bench

 

I love the imperfection of it all.

 

To live life is to go with its flow, without much synchronisation.

The wasted time, the said words, the did things. They give me satisfaction.

 

But only so much.

 

For when I balanced myself on the bench, it is to feel the excitement without falling. To stand up straight, feet on the ground but floating.

Breathing in the scent of grass and sky at the same time.

 

Those are what I feel, create life.

 

Until I fall.

Face flat on the ground, scraped hands and knees. One gulp, to swallow the blood and pain.

 

And then I realised. Life too, needs boundaries. It comes with rules.

Each foot moves in rhythm. Arms wide apart. Head up straight.

Life is a dance to be practised.

 

This head is my heart. This soul is my body.

Those are my rules.

Yes. I. Don’t. Cook.

My lazy mode kicked in this morning and lingers till now. Hueh. Been trying to read patho but.. if I succeeded in doing that I wouldn’t be typing this now would I?

 

 

That’s what happened when I have three days of weekend instead of two. I become lazy see. Our classes ended at 2.30 pm everyday seeing as we haven’t started our clinical postings yet and have to compensate by having clinical theory classes on Medicine and Surgery everyday. Except Friday.

 

 

Clinical theory classes are….pretty boring. Anything theory is boring lah. Suppressing my yawns and red eyes are proving to be harder as the days passed. The extra time is used to catch up on missed lectures. Supposedly *coughs*

 

 

Anyway. Just now I went to the kitchen to fix myself a cup of 3 in 1 Milo. Aida was also there doing the same thing*. Well, she’s always there. If not to clean up the mess, it’s eating or drinking I couldn’t open the packet so I asked for her help. And you know what she said??

 

*drinking Milo instead of Nescafe at midnight says that we’re not planning on staying up late to study tsk tsk

 

 

“Anak dara manja.”

 

!!!

 

 

I didn’t think it was true so I complained to Qish. And you know what she said?

 

 

“Er, tu pun Aida kena bagitau ke? Tu kan pengetahuan umum.”

 

 

Just because I don’t cook! Or clean the toilet. Or look after the fat cat (I give money for her keeping. Why do I need to cuddle her everyday?) Eh wtf do I do for the house all this while? But I sweep the room! (Gave up on cleaning toilets after that first time in Pratham) And I could survive by not cooking so why is that a big deal I also dunno. There’s free food delivery some more. And I do my own laundry.

 

I would think those are independent enough of me.

 

 

But I so tak puas hati. WHY DO GIRLS NEED TO COOK??? WHY DO I NEED TO KNOW HOW TO COOK??

 

 

If I could get by fine with eating cereals and bread and semi-solid food (Neslac, Nestum, oats), why couldn’t everyone else??  It’s not like I have the need to cook. I rarely have cravings. And even if I did, well, my housemates could cook them for me.

 

 

And I’m lazy. All the chopping and mixing and grinding and God knows what else. Please. Like I have nothing else to do. I even cook Maggi by soaking it in boiled water instead of boiling it on the stove. Even my dad discourages me from cooking ok. He says it’s a waste of time. Not entirely true lah. I mean, it could be fun. Sometimes. Depends. Or maybe not.

 

 

The girls always say the same thing to me: “Nisa, nanti suami Nisa nak makan ape?”

 

“Eh. Masak sendiri lah. Kalo tak, order luar. Kalo tak puas hati jugak, cerai je lah.”

 

 

Okeh habis membebel now it’s time for Patho!!

Really.

All I said was they were too shallow in judging people. That’s it. Geez.

 

 

Guys talk about girls. Girls talk about guys and girls and everything this universe contain. That’s normal, I know. But when the vocabulary alim (religious) suddenly evolved into sweet, what happened next?

 

 

I snapped. Naturally.

 

 

How could someone you see from afar, could string a few motivational sentences, versed well in the Quran- well, in short someone you don’t even know in real life besides the fact that he/she is religious be considered as sweet? And suddenly tak pasal pasal that person becomes your idol.

 

Now you get what I mean?

 

 

And so I retorted, “Mane ko tau dia sweet? Ko tak pernah cakap ngan dia. Ntah-ntah dia pengotor. Or tak suka mandi pagi.”

 

To be replied by, “Heyyyyy, tak baik cakap macam tu tau!”

 

=_=

 

 

Before you guys get emotional, I’m not trying to make any point on religious people here. I’m trying to figure out how some people – ok, girls – think. People who are in depth about Islam, I have plenty of respect for them.

 

 

But that’s as far as it goes lah. Takkan sampai tahap stalking kat FB.

 

 

And this doesn’t apply to people who are learned in religious matter only. It applies to an apek in a white tshirt and short pants who turned out driving a Mercedes. Or a polite someone who turns out to be a blabber once he opens his mouth. But I’m focusing on the former since that’s what I couldn’t fathom out the most right now. 

 

 

I’m just saying, how could people interpret religious as….well, perfection. Some people know but doesn’t preach. Ramai yang macam tu. So to basically judge someone just by looking at a few characters is absurd. I’m not saying they are. I’m saying they might be. I mean, you would never know right? You wouldn’t know someone has bad breath until you talk to him.

 

Respecting is one thing. Clouding your rationalisation with make up beliefs is another.

 

 

And when I pointed these out, bursting their bubble of giddiness, all I got was

 

“Ko memang. Ko kan alien.”

 

Pulak dah.

Rain rain go away

Only 2 weeks ago I was complaining about global warming. The sun was pulling faces at us and sweats trailed our backs. Pretty annoying considering by October it’s usually already winter.

 

 

Winter in Bangalore isn’t that cold. The lowest temperature would be around 12 degrees. It’s like walking around in air-condition. Just cold enough for us to put on our coats and jackets and wear layered clothes. An interesting season as this is the time people tend to pull out their best outfits. Well, certain people that is.

 

 

Comparing this year’s winter with last year’s (coz this is only my second year), this year selalu hujan and hembusan angin kuat kuat huh. Colder. Wetter. And yes, increased possibilities of slipping off the stairs and landing on your butt.

 

 

Which happened to me this morning.

 

 

Siot. Sakit ok. Another black and blue for me. And a bump. Ish. Luckily people who witnessed it were my housemates and Syafiq. Helwa boleh pulak tanya, “Nisa! Sakit tak??”

Hello, mestilah sakit! And considering the fact that Syafiq didn’t comment on anything, I was pretty sure he was trying not to laugh out loud =_=

I think I’m somewhat a great person because I’ve experienced almost all types of fall. Ah. Pain. What’s life without it?

 

 

Also, nowadays the sky is always covered with dark clouds. Now whenever I see the sun shining outside, I’d be all giddy and excited and put on my tracksuit and tshirt and go for a jog. I think JP Park is somewhere at the west because when everywhere else is cloudy, there’d definitely be a streak of sunlight there. And I always pretended I was chasing the sun hahahahaha takde kerja.

 

 

Looking at this picture alone gives me a very comfortable feeling ^_^

 

 

 

Humph.

 

 

Sejuk sejuk jogging is pointless. What can I say? I miss the sun. I miss the heat. I don’t really like the cold (nanti dah summer I’ll complain about the humidity pulak you just wait).

 

Which reminds me. Yesterday while I was jogging at JP Park, a young Indian girl in her school uniform approached me.

 

“Aunty, what’s the time?”

Paused Ipod. “Pardon?”

“What’s the time?”

“Oh. It’s 5.30.”

“Thank you aunty!”

“You’re welcome!”

 

 

Smiled and jogged away. What a polite girl. Such pleasant – wait. Did she just called me AUNTY?

 

 

Smile vanished. DO I LOOK LIKE AN AUNTY??? Sister ok, sister!